I have waited this long to share my thoughts hoping to share a profound and uplifting statement regarding Jackie, or as I called her often... Jax. I have no profound comments. What is so profound is that a simple man like myself from North Carolina, USA happened upon this lady and her husband Dave by happenstance in 2008 in Denver Colorado. Of course, attending a Roger Waters concert. I recall our first real time, Jackie, Dave and I sitting at an outdoor table enjoying a beverage and just talking. We were all just people on the internet who had been drawn together by music and musicians. I am 5th generation English here in the US and it meant so much to me to connect with people in such a way from my fore fathers homeland. How on earth could anyone not fall in love with Dave and Jackie? Well, I did. We all kept in touch through these lovely interwebs. If my memory serves we only saw each other 4 times I think. Each time because of the same types of gatherings. It was always a thrill for me to arrive at one of these adventures and see Dave and Jackie. Her bright eyes, her warm hugs, her captivating smile, quick wit and humour. Even when they were here in the States and I wasn't able to attend I followed their adventures and we chatted on the phone some. I was so proud to travel to England in 2011 and it was such a joy to visit them in their country as we had visited in mine. The last time I saw her was in the US, in Virginia at 2 dear friends wedding, I believe it was in 2013. She looked so lovely, she was dressed so beautifully in a way that accented his eyes, hair and smile. And Dave, I'll not forget the suspenders you wore. The chats, the laughter, all of the fun. She gave the best hugs. I loved her then and love her now. I always will. I deeply admire her courageous battle with the savage beast that took her from us all. Daily updates were provided to her friends from various places. First by her, then later by her son. I watched for these daily and hoped that things could improve or at the very least she would not suffer. She was a brave and wonderful soul. This world was a better place with her in it. I feel her absence. I certainly hope to see Dave again and meet their sons for the first time. I think that will happen, some sunny day. It amazes me to this day that a person like her and a person like myself can connect in such a deep way being thousands of miles apart and having such different lives in other worlds. My world is better for having known you. You, my dear Jax, will NEVER be forgotten. All of my love, dear, dear Jackie.

We didn't see each other often but when we did, we made such wonderful memories - Jackie, Sue and I, the Three Musketeers; and not forgetting Jackie and Dave in Kalymnos. You helped me through some tough moments in my life, Jackie, and I'd like to think I helped you in some tiny way over the last two years. The best thing I ever did was to say hello to Jackie and Dave at the bar at Norma's, it was the start of a friendship that will never end. God bless you and all the family. The Yorkshire Rose xx My Memory Library © Sarah Blackstone Imagine if I was given one moment, just a single slice of my past. I could hold it close forever, and that moment would always last. I'd put the moment in a safe, within my heart's abode. I could open it when I wanted, and only I would know the code. I could choose a time of laughing, a time of happiness and fun. I could choose a time that tried me through everything I've done. I sat and thought about what moment would always make me smile. One that would always push me to walk that extra mile. If I'm feeling sad and low, if I'm struggling with what to do, I can go and open my little safe and watch my moment through. There are moments I can think of that would lift my spirits every time. The moments when you picked me up, when the road was hard to climb. For me to only pick one moment to cherish, save and keep is proving really difficult, as I've gathered up a heap! I've dug deep inside my heart, found the safe and looked inside There was room for lots of moments; in fact, hundreds if I tried. I'm building my own little library, embedded in my heart, for all the moments spent with you before you had to part. I can open it up whenever I like, pick a moment and watch it through, My little library acts as a promise I'll never ever forget you.

Who knows where the road may lead us, only a fool will say, Who knows if we'll meet along the way. Follow the brightest star as far as the brave may dare. What will we find when we get there?