Jimmy Jackson, Sr, or “Pop” as we always new him was my grandfather. He passed away on Sunday w/ no suffering and no illness. He lived such a full life. Tomorrow, Beth and I are headed back to TN for the visitation and funeral. The best part about Pop is that he knew the Lord and today is with Jesus in paradise. I posted his obituary below which will be in the paper tomorrow.
Jimmy Jackson of Murfreesboro died Sunday at Adams Place Healthcare Center at the age of 86. He was preceded in death by his wife, Sarah Young “Babe” Jackson. He is survived by his sister, Margaret Denson of Evansville IN; two children Judy Jackson Goforth and James William (Jimmy) Jackson Jr. (Kay) both of Murfreesboro; four grandchildren Cassie Goforth (Gary) Patton, Jason Goforth, Lindsey Jackson all of Murfreesboro and James William (Will) Jackson, III (Beth) from Louisville. He had one great-grandson, Michael Ray Patton.After graduation from Isaac Litton high school in Nashville, Jimmy began a life-long association with Middle Tennessee State University. He enrolled as a freshman in 1939 and spent four years as a student athlete before graduating in 1943. He lettered in football, basketball and baseball and was elected associated student body president his senior year. Upon graduation, he joined the Navy and moved to Pensacola Navy Base where he and his college sweetheart Babe were married in 1945. After four years serving as a Navy Pilot, Babe and Jimmy returned to Murfreesboro where they spent the rest of their lives. Jimmy went back to his alma mater in 1951 in the business office and worked in administration until his retirement in 1978. He was elected to the MTSU Blue Raider Hall of Fame in 1994.
Jimmy was a deacon and long time member of First Baptist Church in Murfreesboro. All who knew him know of his long time love and compassion for his wife, Babe, his love for his family and his Lord, and his passion for bass fishing with his friends.
Andrew Peterson has a song called Tools that he wrote about his grandpa. In it, there is a line that goes like this:
“You sent that telegraph to tell her that you missed her.
When my daddy was a baby you gave him to the Lord.
and the faith you handed down,
has somehow stuck around
and love has called you home again to roam again no more.”
I remember when I first heard this song about 3-4 years ago, I first thought of Pop. Now, I will have the honor of sharing this verse at his funeral.
Goodbye Pop . . . see you at my appointed time.