Fred Jackson

Fred "Weso" Lorenzo Jackson was born on November 2, 1956 in Germany to his parents, Nadine and Fredrick Douglas Jackson. He was raised with his siblings, Ruby, Debbie, Chelena, and Sherry. As a child, Fred enjoyed spending time with his friends and playing instruments. He gained love for the game of basketball and often engaged in friendly matches. These early memories painted a picture of how vibrant and energetic he was.

Fred was educated through Denver Public Schools where he attended Cole Junior High School. During his time there, he developed long lasting friendships.

By profession, Fred was a detailer who excelled in his duties. He worked for South Broadway's most prominent dealership. He possessed an artistic eye that extended beyond the automotive realm in landscaping.

Fred was known for being fiercely protective of his loved ones and always bringing a fun atmosphere.

During his leisure time, Fred loved to talk about and watch sports. He enjoyed hanging out with his friend, Donald Gillespie and playing pool where he could showcase his skills.

Fred will be dearly missed by all who had the pleasure of knowing him. He is survived by sisters: Ruby Dunson of Fort Walton Beach, Florida; Debbie Darnell of Austin, Texas; Sherry Jackson and Chelena Jackson of Denver, Colorado. He also leaves behind nieces and nephews whose lives were enriched by his presence.

Fred Lorenzo Jackson will be remembered as a loving brother, a dedicated detailor, and a jovial friend. His passion for life and his unwavering commitment to excellence will continue to inspire all those who were fortunate enough to have crossed paths with him. May his soul rest in eternal peace.

Revelation 21:4

He will wipe every tear from your eyes, there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. Amen

Poem

I cannot  choose but think upon the time when our two lives grew like buds that kiss. At lightest thrill from the bees swinging chime, because the one so near thet other is. Hw was the elder and a little man of forty inches, bound to show no dread, and I the girl that puppy like now ran, now lagged behind my brothers larger tread. I held him wise and when he talked to me of snakes and birds, and which God loved the best, I thought his knowledge marked the boundary where men grew blind, though angels knew the rest. If he said Hush! I tried to hold my breath; wherever he said come! I stepped in faith.