Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Lloyd Wesley Jackson, United States Army Veteran

Lloyd Wesley Jackson was born in Smithville, Texas on June 29, 1937 and passed away March 15, 2013 at the age of 75.

As boy, Lloyd helped out at
the ice house in Belton, Texas and delivered ice house to house.  He married Gloyice Kimbro of Georgetown, Texas in 1966.  They then had their one, and only, son, Stacy Joe Jackson.

Lloyd proudly served his country in the United States Army and retired from civil service.  His dear wife passed away in July 1981.  He was a member of the DAV.

On March 25, a memorial service was held at the Central Texas State Veterans Cemetery at Killeen.  When the family arrived for the service, they were welcomed by the Patriot Guard Riders and fifty American flags blowing briskly in the Texas wind.

During the service, the Riders formed a line of flags along the front of the committal shelter.  Presiding over the service was the family physician, A. Lloyd Jones, M.D.  who briefly addressed the gathered family and friends.  Also speaking, was Lloyd's brother-in-law who told of how he was there when Stacy was born, all those years ago.

During the service, a folded American flag rested upon a simple folding table alongside a frame of photos.  As Lloyd had chosen to donate his remains to medical research, there was no coffin or urn.

Military honors were afforded to Lloyd by an Army Honor Detail.  The bugler played taps.  The flag that rested on the table was carefully unfolded and refolded into the traditional triangle and passed to the father of Stacy's wife.  He then, aided by the Army Staff Sergeant, presented the flag to Stacy on behalf of a grateful nation and the United States Army as a token of appreciation for Lloyd's honorable and faithful service.

Left to cherish his memory are his son and his wife, four grandchildren and numerous other dear family and friends.

With thanks to the Jackson family for biographical information and photograph.


"Do not stand at my grave and weep.  I am not there.  I do not sleep.  I am a thousand winds that blow.  I am the diamond glint on snow.  I am the sun on ripening grain.  I am the gentle autumn rain, when you awaken in the morning's hushed light.  I am the up-fling of birds in flight.  I am the soft star that shines at night.  Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there.  I did not die."

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