I recently lost a family member when it wasn't his time.
Jackson was two and a half when he was beat to death by a guy my cousin was shacking up with. He punched him in the head and in the stomach. Clinton Rosenbaum was the one who took little babby Jack away from us.
When the police asked Clinton Rosenbaum why he beat him he said that Jackson had hit his dog with a toy. These events only go to show me how cruel and unjust the world is.
It hurts to loose one so young and close to you. His father was hispanic and his mother was white. he had a full head of brown curley hair and the softest skin you could imagine.
Jackson loved to laugh just as much as he loved playing with his dog Daisy. You could hear him laughing from anywhere in the house, it was infectious.
At his funeral my aunt read this poem. The poem is intitled Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden.
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my Easy and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W. H. Auden
I hope this poem can help anyone out there that has been affected in the way that I have. The world is a cruel and beautifull place and it's hard to have something like this happen and there's nothing you can do to make it better. Things like this happen all over the world all the time. Our childeren are the future and what kind of future are we passing on to them?