I met Jessie when he married my sister Lorraine. For all the times I spent at my sister's house and family trips I took with them, Jessie was like a second father to me. I didn't see him much the past few years, but I knew from pictures I saw posted that he was always a dedicated father and grandfather. I only wish he knew how grateful I was for the times he and my sister allowed me to spend with their family. After you hug your father, give Hobo a scratch behind the ears, try to find poppy for me. Let him know that although you will leave a void in the hearts of those that remain on this earth, your life was spent making memories for those of us that you were gracious enough to share your time with, that will last a lifetime. Thank you for being a dedicated father, grandfather, friend and for always having love in your heart for my sister. R.I.P Big Jessie.
