He was a logger and for years, he would fill up his thermos (probably with Pepsi) and carry a lunchbox full of Lance peanut butter crackers, a bologna sandwich and a Little Debbie cake or York Peppermint Patty for a dessert. He was always smiling. He took us siblings right in when he married my mom, and when we had kids of our own, he loved them big!
We named my middle child after his last name, which was Jackson. Little did we know that our Jackson would only get to spend time with him for only about a year of his life because cancer took him quickly from us.
To this day I will always carry his smiling, tall, big teddy bear self in my heart. The last words he spoke was to my Jackson, whom he reached up, kissed, and told him he loved him. Never take anyone or the time you have with them for granted. Life is short, but life is full of stepparents who also love hard!
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