Rebecca Jackson was a loving wife, understanding mother, an amazing aunt and devoted Christian to all who knew her. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky. I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast. My cheek like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed. I have kissed young love on the lips, I have heard his song to the end. I have struck my hand like a seal in the loyal hand of a friend. I have known the peace of heaven, the comfort of work done well. I have longed for death in the darkness and risen alive out of hell. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. I gave a share of my soul to the world where my course is run. I know that another shall finish the task I must leave undone. I know that no flower, no flint was in vain on the path I trod. As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. Mrs. Jackson has a message for those who loved her so: I've come to the end of life's busy road; I've put down the burden, I've cast off my load. My spirit is free, my soul has wings. I'll pour from the throat of a bird that sings. I'll ride on the wind, I'll float on the clouds and I'll twinkle with stars in night's velvet shroud. I'll shine with the sun as it circles the earth and I'll be there at dawn when the new day gives birth. I'll be with the snow fluttering down silently, softly, nature's crown. I'll be in the rain as it falls on the earth cleansing, refreshing, priceless worth. I'll ride on the ether, silent and free and a world of my own, please don't cry for me.

Rebecca Jackson will be truly missed by a host of relatives and friends. Proverbs 22:1