ROY DELANO JACKSON, Sr.
ROY DELANO JACKSON, Sr.
When someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required.
Luke 12:48
Obituary
With hearts filled with love, gratitude, and cherished memories, the family of Roy Delano Jackson, Sr., formerly of Roy D Jackson, CPA and Associates, announces his peaceful passing on Wednesday, August 5, 2026, at his home in Ocala, Florida. He was 83 years old. Roy's passing marks the close of an extraordinary life devoted to faith, family, education, public service, and the advancement of the Virgin Islands community he loved so dearly.
Born and raised on St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands, Roy was the beloved son of the late Anthon Aloysius Jackson and Sarah Delphine Callwood Jackson.
A Valedictorian of Charlotte Amalie High School, Class of 1960, he obtained a Bachelor's degree in Economics and Business from Atlantic Union College in Lancaster, Massachusetts, Class of 1964. In 1975, he completed the Professional CPA review courses encompassing the subjects of Accounting, Auditing, and Business Law at the Person-Wolinsky Institute in New York, New York. He is recognized as the first native-born Virgin Islander to successfully pass the National CPA examination in 1976. In 1979, he earned an Executive Management Development Certificate from Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia, and in 1985 he earned his Master of Business Administration from the University of the Virgin Islands.
The first sixteen years of Mr. Jackson’s professional life were spent in public service as an accountant, controller, and Assistant Executive Director of the Virgin Islands Urban Renewal Board. He resigned from Government service to pursue a goal that he had set at age 15 in the tenth grade at the Charlotte Amalie High School (CAHS) - to become a Certified Public Accountant, and in 1977 his accounting firm, Roy D Jackson CPA and Associates, was born. (1977-2017).
Mr. Jackson devoted his life to family, faith, education, music, and civic leadership. He served as an Adjunct Assistant Professor at the University of the Virgin Islands as well as a Mathematics instructor at the CAHS evening Adult Program. He mentored generations of professionals, served as the inaugural President and CEO of the Virgin Islands Government Development Bank, and held numerous leadership positions throughout the Territory. His distinguished service earned him Congressional recognition and the U.S. Small Business Administration's Small Businessperson of the Year Award.
Between the years 1980 and 2009, Mr. Jackson was actively involved in public service as a member of several public boards including the Virgin Islands Board of Public Accountancy, the Public Finance Authority, the West Indian Company Board of Directors, and the University of the Virgin Islands Board of Trustees as Finance Committee Chair where in 2010 he was granted Trustee Emeritus Status in recognition of his outstanding service to the Board and to the University on a whole. He was a Rotarian and Paul Harris Fellow. He served as President, Treasurer, and Director of the Rotary Club II, St. Thomas and President of Rotary Foundation. He took pleasure in serving the religious community pro bono with his business acumen and financial expertise. He served as Finance Committee Chairman and Internal Auditor for the Philadelphia SDA Church.
As a gifted musician and music director, Roy praised God through piano, organ, trombone, tuba, church choirs, male chorales, and community ensembles including The St.Thomas Community Band and The Caribbean Chorale. Above all, he will be remembered as God-fearing, a devoted husband, father, grandfather, mentor, educator, civil servant, and friend.
As an avid sportsman, Roy’s passion for athletics was woven throughout his life. He sponsored and managed several softball teams, including Bapos and the Royals, and was also a talented player on both teams. He sponsored the Marlins and Orioles Little League baseball teams as well as the Avengers II Volleyball Team. A track star in his youth, Roy competed in inter-island competitions and later put his speed and athleticism to work as an outfielder in the over-50+ softball leagues, traveling annually to Arizona to compete against teams from across the world.
Roy’s competitive spirit extended beyond the softball field. He was an avid ping pong(table tennis) player who regularly competed and thoroughly enjoyed the challenge of the game. In his later years, Roy discovered Pickleball and quickly embraced the sport. True to his nature, he became a fierce competitor, bringing the same determination, athleticism, and love of competition that had defined him throughout his life.
A skilled and competent pleasure boat captain, Roy enjoyed the ocean cruising between the islands with family and friends in his 20-foot Cobia named Blue Angel.
Roy leaves to cherish his memory his devoted wife of forty-two years, Merilyn Carter Jackson; his children, April Jewel Jackson-Baynes, Yolandita Merilyn Jackson-James, Roy Delano Jackson, Jr., Lisa Cedelle Jackson-Reeves, Henri Maurice Jackson (deceased), Derrick Antonio Martin, and Denise Alecia Martin-Pritchett. His sisters, Doreen Editha Jackson-VanPutten, Susan Jackson-Hewitt, Calma Jackson-Edwards, and Clarice-Jackson Hall; Sons-in-law Rikky Baynes, Steven Pritchett, Daughter-in-law Cynthia Martin, Sisters-in-law Amelia Jackson, Edris Jackson, Tammy Jackson, Georgina Bastounis, Ernie Hodge-Carty, Ruth Vanterpool, Brothers-in-law Darcy Hewitt, Paget Carter, Shawn Hall, Elvis Edwards, Caregivers Maria Taylor, Priscilla Charles, Mazie Henry, 18 grandchildren, a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, extended family, lifelong friends, former students, former employees, mentees, colleagues, church family, and the British and US Virgin Islands communities.
Funeral arrangements are under the care of Baldwin Brothers, Ocala FL.
Services will take place on Friday, September 4, 2026, at the Marion Oaks Seventh-Day Adventist Church in Ocala, FL. Viewing will begin at 9:00 am and service at 11:00 am. A memorial service is being planned for St.Thomas, Virgin Islands on October 18, 2026 at the Philadelphia SDA Church, Raphune Hill at 10:00 am.
Thank you for honoring our Loved One’s memory through your stories, memories, and generosity.
Memorial Service - St. Thomas
We also want our family and friends in the Virgin Islands to know that a Memorial Service honoring Roy D. Jackson will be held at 10:00 a.m. on October 18, 2026, at Philadelphia Seventh-day Adventist Church in St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands. This gathering will provide an opportunity for the many family members, friends, colleagues, and loved ones whose lives were touched by Roy to come together and celebrate his remarkable life and legacy. We look forward to gathering in St. Thomas to continue honoring Roy and remembering the lasting impact he made on so many people.
Travel Info
We have arranged three hotel options to accommodate family and friends traveling to Ocala, Florida to honor and celebrate Roy D. Jackson. Please review each hotel option carefully and pay close attention to the booking deadline to secure the special nightly group rate. Rooms are limited and may fill quickly, so we strongly encourage you to make your reservation as soon as possible to ensure you have accommodations for your stay.
Access the hotel information by clicking for "Airport-Hotel Information" below.
Shuttle options from the Orlando Airport are available. For more information, text Landi at 443-457-3004.
Honoring the Life & Legacy of Roy D. Jackson
This tribute page has been created as a place for family, friends, and loved ones to come together to honor and celebrate the life and legacy of Roy D. Jackson.
Here, you will find information about the Celebration of Life and Repast services in Ocala, Florida, as well as details about the upcoming Memorial Service in St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands. If you plan to attend the Repast in Ocala, Florida, an RSVP is required. We strongly encourage you to use the RSVP function on this page to indicate your attendance so that the family can plan accordingly.
This page also provides an opportunity to share your memories of Roy by submitting an online tribute, along with photographs or videos that capture special moments you shared with him. With your permission, selected tributes, photographs, and videos may be included in the official funeral booklet as part of the lasting remembrance of his life. We encourage everyone who knew and loved Roy to take a moment to share a memory, a story, a photograph, or a video. You will also find information about opportunities to make a donation in Roy's honor.
Thank you for helping us preserve, share, and celebrate the memories of a remarkable man whose legacy will continue to live on through the lives he touched.
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Tributes
We would be honored if you would share a special tribute, a cherished memory, words of appreciation, or a memory in honor of our beloved Roy. Your words will become part of the collection of memories that celebrate his life and the lasting impact he had on those who knew and loved him. Some tributes submitted through this page may be considered for inclusion in the printed funeral booklet; however, we will contact you directly to obtain your permission before your tribute is included.
If you would prefer to share a private tribute with the family, please email us at roydtributes@gmail.com.
You can submit a tribute at any time, but in order to be considered for the printed booklet, please submit by Friday, August 21.
If you would prefer to share a private tribute with the family, please email us at roydtributes@gmail.com.
You can submit a tribute at any time, but in order to be considered for the printed booklet, please submit by Friday, August 21.
September 6, 2026
I didn't know him well, but I am family from Louis Jackson branch. I did shake hands with Roy when he came by St.Croix SDA Bethel church and he learned I was his cousin.
God bless the family and he will always be remembered for all his good works. Rest in peace my cuz.
Jean Charles &
Deborah Ovesen (cousins)
God bless the family and he will always be remembered for all his good works. Rest in peace my cuz.
Jean Charles &
Deborah Ovesen (cousins)
September 4, 2026
In Loving Memory of My Mentor, Roy D. Jackson, CPA
There are certain people who enter your life at just the right moment and leave an impact that lasts a lifetime. For me, that person was Mr. Roy D. Jackson, CPA.
I first met Mr. Jackson when I was a sophomore in college. For a class assignment, we were required to interview the person we admired most in our chosen field. Without hesitation, I chose Roy D. Jackson.
I could never have imagined that one assignment would lead to a professional relationship that would profoundly shape my life.
After that interview, I began working with Mr. Jackson, and what started as an opportunity to learn from a respected CPA became a journey that helped shape the accountant and businesswoman I am today. He did not simply teach me accounting. He taught me how to conduct myself as a professional, how to treat people, how to stand firmly on integrity, and how to take pride in the work entrusted to me.
I am especially grateful that he saw something in me when I was still a young college student trying to find my way in the accounting profession. He opened a door for me, but more importantly, he gave me the opportunity to walk through it, learn, grow, and eventually create a professional path of my own.
Today, as I look at my own journey and the work I continue through Thomas Accounting Group, I recognize how much of my professional foundation was influenced by the lessons I learned from him.
Mr. Jackson's legacy reaches far beyond accounting. His life reflected a deep commitment to education, faith, family, public service, community, and mentorship. His greatest impact, however, can be seen in the many lives he touched and the professionals he helped develop.
I am honored to be one of them.
Mr. Jackson, thank you for believing in me and for showing me that being an accountant is about more than numbers. It is about trust, responsibility, ethics, service, and the lives we positively impact through our work.
I will carry your example forward by serving others with integrity, sharing what I have learned, and encouraging those who are coming behind me—just as you did for me.
Your influence will remain a part of my journey, and your legacy will continue through all of us who were fortunate enough to learn from you.
May you rest peacefully, Mr. Jackson.
Joann Thomas
Thomas Accounting Group
There are certain people who enter your life at just the right moment and leave an impact that lasts a lifetime. For me, that person was Mr. Roy D. Jackson, CPA.
I first met Mr. Jackson when I was a sophomore in college. For a class assignment, we were required to interview the person we admired most in our chosen field. Without hesitation, I chose Roy D. Jackson.
I could never have imagined that one assignment would lead to a professional relationship that would profoundly shape my life.
After that interview, I began working with Mr. Jackson, and what started as an opportunity to learn from a respected CPA became a journey that helped shape the accountant and businesswoman I am today. He did not simply teach me accounting. He taught me how to conduct myself as a professional, how to treat people, how to stand firmly on integrity, and how to take pride in the work entrusted to me.
I am especially grateful that he saw something in me when I was still a young college student trying to find my way in the accounting profession. He opened a door for me, but more importantly, he gave me the opportunity to walk through it, learn, grow, and eventually create a professional path of my own.
Today, as I look at my own journey and the work I continue through Thomas Accounting Group, I recognize how much of my professional foundation was influenced by the lessons I learned from him.
Mr. Jackson's legacy reaches far beyond accounting. His life reflected a deep commitment to education, faith, family, public service, community, and mentorship. His greatest impact, however, can be seen in the many lives he touched and the professionals he helped develop.
I am honored to be one of them.
Mr. Jackson, thank you for believing in me and for showing me that being an accountant is about more than numbers. It is about trust, responsibility, ethics, service, and the lives we positively impact through our work.
I will carry your example forward by serving others with integrity, sharing what I have learned, and encouraging those who are coming behind me—just as you did for me.
Your influence will remain a part of my journey, and your legacy will continue through all of us who were fortunate enough to learn from you.
May you rest peacefully, Mr. Jackson.
Joann Thomas
Thomas Accounting Group
September 4, 2026
Another Giant has fallen asleep, awaiting the Master’s call to meet Him in the air.
My sincere prayers, and condolences to the family.
May the peace of God be felt by each one of you, as you navigate through this great loss.
God is near, and He sorrows with you.
Love, and blessings always!!!
My sincere prayers, and condolences to the family.
May the peace of God be felt by each one of you, as you navigate through this great loss.
God is near, and He sorrows with you.
Love, and blessings always!!!
September 4, 2026
When I think about my Uncle Roy, so many things come to mind.
I think about his laughter. I think about how handsome he was, his intelligence, his love of music, and the fact that he was a singer. I think about how accomplished he was. But even beyond those things, I think about the way he made me feel.
My uncle made me proud to be his niece.
There is something very special about the place an uncle can hold in your life. An uncle is part of the generation that helps anchor you to your family and your history. He can be someone you look up to, someone who gives you another picture of where you come from, and someone whose presence makes your family feel a little bigger and a little stronger. Uncle Roy was that kind of uncle for me.
He was thoughtful and generous. Over the years, he surprised me with gifts that were meaningful not simply because of what they were, but because they showed that he had thought about me. He was also there to help celebrate so many meaningful moments in my life and in the life of our family, including weddings, graduations, and other special occasions. Those memories matter even more to me now because when I look back at those moments, Uncle Roy was there.
I also loved the way he was a big brother to my mother. There is something comforting about seeing the people you love being loved well by someone else. He was her big brother, and seeing that relationship was another reminder of what he meant to our family.
Uncle Roy also had a wonderful sense of humor. He would joke with me that he was my favorite uncle, and I would have to remind him that he was one of my favorites. But the truth is, he held a very special place in my heart, and he always will.
Losing him carries another kind of sadness for me because Uncle Roy was my last uncle. With his passing, another part of the generation that came before me has left this world. There is something sobering about that. It makes me think about time, about family, and about how precious it is to have people in our lives while we can still hear their laughter, sit in their presence, and tell them that we love them.
But for me, this is not only a goodbye.
My faith gives me what Scripture calls the blessed hope. I believe that death does not have the final word. And although I will miss my uncle in this life, I look forward to the day when I will see him again in a world made new.
And when that day comes, I can imagine seeing Uncle Roy singing again. I can imagine hearing that voice, seeing that smile, and knowing that this time there will be no more goodbyes.
That is the hope I hold onto.
So today, I am grieving, but I am also grateful. Grateful for his life. Grateful for his laughter. Grateful for his generosity and thoughtfulness. Grateful for the way he showed up for our family. Grateful for the way he loved my mother. And grateful that for all these years, I had the privilege of being Uncle Roy’s niece.
Uncle Roy, you were indeed one of my favorite uncles.
And you will always be one of my favorite people.
Until we meet again.
Kimmy
I think about his laughter. I think about how handsome he was, his intelligence, his love of music, and the fact that he was a singer. I think about how accomplished he was. But even beyond those things, I think about the way he made me feel.
My uncle made me proud to be his niece.
There is something very special about the place an uncle can hold in your life. An uncle is part of the generation that helps anchor you to your family and your history. He can be someone you look up to, someone who gives you another picture of where you come from, and someone whose presence makes your family feel a little bigger and a little stronger. Uncle Roy was that kind of uncle for me.
He was thoughtful and generous. Over the years, he surprised me with gifts that were meaningful not simply because of what they were, but because they showed that he had thought about me. He was also there to help celebrate so many meaningful moments in my life and in the life of our family, including weddings, graduations, and other special occasions. Those memories matter even more to me now because when I look back at those moments, Uncle Roy was there.
I also loved the way he was a big brother to my mother. There is something comforting about seeing the people you love being loved well by someone else. He was her big brother, and seeing that relationship was another reminder of what he meant to our family.
Uncle Roy also had a wonderful sense of humor. He would joke with me that he was my favorite uncle, and I would have to remind him that he was one of my favorites. But the truth is, he held a very special place in my heart, and he always will.
Losing him carries another kind of sadness for me because Uncle Roy was my last uncle. With his passing, another part of the generation that came before me has left this world. There is something sobering about that. It makes me think about time, about family, and about how precious it is to have people in our lives while we can still hear their laughter, sit in their presence, and tell them that we love them.
But for me, this is not only a goodbye.
My faith gives me what Scripture calls the blessed hope. I believe that death does not have the final word. And although I will miss my uncle in this life, I look forward to the day when I will see him again in a world made new.
And when that day comes, I can imagine seeing Uncle Roy singing again. I can imagine hearing that voice, seeing that smile, and knowing that this time there will be no more goodbyes.
That is the hope I hold onto.
So today, I am grieving, but I am also grateful. Grateful for his life. Grateful for his laughter. Grateful for his generosity and thoughtfulness. Grateful for the way he showed up for our family. Grateful for the way he loved my mother. And grateful that for all these years, I had the privilege of being Uncle Roy’s niece.
Uncle Roy, you were indeed one of my favorite uncles.
And you will always be one of my favorite people.
Until we meet again.
Kimmy
September 3, 2026
A Tribute to the Life and Legacy of Roy Delano Jackson Sr.
Hearts In Service Association Inc. extends our deepest condolences to Roy D. Jackson Jr. and the entire Jackson family on the passing of his beloved father, Roy Delano Jackson Sr.
Mr. Jackson was a distinguished Certified Public Accountant who dedicated many years to his profession and made a lasting contribution to the Virgin Islands community. His name and accomplishments stood out in our minds as one of the individuals recognized among the “Who’s Who in the Virgin Islands”—a reflection of the respect, excellence, and distinction he brought to his professional and community life.
At Hearts In Service Association Inc., we recognize that a life of accomplishment is measured not only by professional success, but also by the impression one leaves upon others and the legacy that continues through family and community. Mr. Jackson’s life represents a legacy of dedication, knowledge, perseverance, and service.
As you mourn the loss of your father, may you find comfort in knowing that his life made a difference and that his memory will continue to live on through those who knew, respected, and loved him.
May the memories you shared bring you comfort, may the legacy he leaves bring you strength, and may God’s grace sustain you and your family during this difficult time.
With sincere sympathy and heartfelt prayers,
Dr. Joseph McDonald Henry
President
Hearts In Service Association Inc.
August 28, 2026
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I am unashamedly a proud, card-carrying, pinnacle member of the Daddy’s Girls Club.
How do you find the words to capture 56 years of memories? How do you sum up a lifetime of love, laughter, lessons, celebrations, heartaches, ordinary days, and unforgettable moments? I’m not sure that you can.
But if I had to choose one word, it would be grateful.
I am so incredibly grateful that he was my dad. I am grateful that he loved unconditionally and unequivocally.
My dad was imperfectly perfect. He was human. His intelligence is unmatched. His professionalism and ethics are like the rock of Gibraltar, strong and unmovable. The example that he has set for me, my siblings, my children is incredible..
I always loved spending time with dad. Every weekend, every time I was not in school, I was there. That’s how it began with me in the office. Answering phones on lunch breaks to making copies answering the phones. Wherever he was, so was I. He was ever present throughout my life. Through every triumph and every celebration, his presence was there. Through every trial and every loss, his presence was there. When Anthony died, he was there. His presence kept me from falling completely apart. That journey was hard on him too, watching me go through that journey and he was powerless and could not do anything to fix it or make it easier.
For 56 years, I had the privilege of calling him Dad. The time we had was still not enough. I want more time, more conversations, more laughter, more celebrations, more opportunities to “defend the bucks”. More simple moments that this disease has stolen. This loss is vast and deep.
But beneath the sadness, there is gratitude.
Gratitude for every year, memory, his presence and his love.
And most of all, gratitude that God saw it fit that out of all the fathers in this world, he was mine.
He was my dad and I will always be a daddy’s girl. He loved me and I loved him and that was perfect.
Love Always,
Lisa Cedelle Jackson-Reeves
How do you find the words to capture 56 years of memories? How do you sum up a lifetime of love, laughter, lessons, celebrations, heartaches, ordinary days, and unforgettable moments? I’m not sure that you can.
But if I had to choose one word, it would be grateful.
I am so incredibly grateful that he was my dad. I am grateful that he loved unconditionally and unequivocally.
My dad was imperfectly perfect. He was human. His intelligence is unmatched. His professionalism and ethics are like the rock of Gibraltar, strong and unmovable. The example that he has set for me, my siblings, my children is incredible..
I always loved spending time with dad. Every weekend, every time I was not in school, I was there. That’s how it began with me in the office. Answering phones on lunch breaks to making copies answering the phones. Wherever he was, so was I. He was ever present throughout my life. Through every triumph and every celebration, his presence was there. Through every trial and every loss, his presence was there. When Anthony died, he was there. His presence kept me from falling completely apart. That journey was hard on him too, watching me go through that journey and he was powerless and could not do anything to fix it or make it easier.
For 56 years, I had the privilege of calling him Dad. The time we had was still not enough. I want more time, more conversations, more laughter, more celebrations, more opportunities to “defend the bucks”. More simple moments that this disease has stolen. This loss is vast and deep.
But beneath the sadness, there is gratitude.
Gratitude for every year, memory, his presence and his love.
And most of all, gratitude that God saw it fit that out of all the fathers in this world, he was mine.
He was my dad and I will always be a daddy’s girl. He loved me and I loved him and that was perfect.
Love Always,
Lisa Cedelle Jackson-Reeves
August 26, 2026
A Tribute to a Kind and Gentle Soul
Some people leave an impression simply by being present, but there are others whose presence becomes a blessing to everyone fortunate enough to know them. You were one of those rare people.
You were kind, caring, knowledgeable, and always willing to share what you knew with others. Your wisdom was never used to make others feel small; instead, you had a way of making people feel valued, welcomed, and encouraged.
Your spirit was truly pure and gentle. There was a warmth about you that made people feel comfortable, and your kindness spoke louder than words ever could. You gave so freely of yourself, and the lives you touched, even in your final days, are better because you were a part of them.
Your passing leaves a space that cannot easily be filled. We will miss your smile, your musical taste, and watching your fingers dance across the piano keys. We will miss your wisdom, your generosity, and the gentle way you carried yourself through this world.
But we will also celebrate the beautiful life you lived and the countless lives you touched. Your legacy will live on through the people you helped, the lessons you shared, and the love you gave so freely.
Thank you for being the kind of man who reminded us that true greatness can be found in kindness, humility, wisdom, and compassion.
Your beautiful soul was so impactful. Even while you were struggling, you continued to allow your journey to shape and teach others. Thank you for being the person who helped my own husband become a better man. Thank you for teaching me how to be a wife, a partner, and, most importantly, how to love unconditionally.
You and your wife have helped save so many families and rekindled so many marriages. The love, wisdom, and example you both shared reached far beyond your own home and became a blessing to so many others.
Sometimes, we cannot understand God's work or why He allows certain journeys to unfold the way they do. You were suffering, yet God continued to use your life to teach all of us. Perhaps your journey was never only about you—it was also about the countless people who would learn, grow, heal, and become better because of what you endured.
Thank you for paying a price that helped so many of us find our way. Thank you for allowing your life to be a lesson in love, commitment, faith, and perseverance.
May your beautiful spirit rest peacefully, and may God comfort everyone who had the privilege of knowing and loving you.
Mr. Roy Jackson, you were a blessing to us on this earth, and your memory will remain a blessing forever. 🙏🏾
Until we meet again,
May Leader & family 🌹
Some people leave an impression simply by being present, but there are others whose presence becomes a blessing to everyone fortunate enough to know them. You were one of those rare people.
You were kind, caring, knowledgeable, and always willing to share what you knew with others. Your wisdom was never used to make others feel small; instead, you had a way of making people feel valued, welcomed, and encouraged.
Your spirit was truly pure and gentle. There was a warmth about you that made people feel comfortable, and your kindness spoke louder than words ever could. You gave so freely of yourself, and the lives you touched, even in your final days, are better because you were a part of them.
Your passing leaves a space that cannot easily be filled. We will miss your smile, your musical taste, and watching your fingers dance across the piano keys. We will miss your wisdom, your generosity, and the gentle way you carried yourself through this world.
But we will also celebrate the beautiful life you lived and the countless lives you touched. Your legacy will live on through the people you helped, the lessons you shared, and the love you gave so freely.
Thank you for being the kind of man who reminded us that true greatness can be found in kindness, humility, wisdom, and compassion.
Your beautiful soul was so impactful. Even while you were struggling, you continued to allow your journey to shape and teach others. Thank you for being the person who helped my own husband become a better man. Thank you for teaching me how to be a wife, a partner, and, most importantly, how to love unconditionally.
You and your wife have helped save so many families and rekindled so many marriages. The love, wisdom, and example you both shared reached far beyond your own home and became a blessing to so many others.
Sometimes, we cannot understand God's work or why He allows certain journeys to unfold the way they do. You were suffering, yet God continued to use your life to teach all of us. Perhaps your journey was never only about you—it was also about the countless people who would learn, grow, heal, and become better because of what you endured.
Thank you for paying a price that helped so many of us find our way. Thank you for allowing your life to be a lesson in love, commitment, faith, and perseverance.
May your beautiful spirit rest peacefully, and may God comfort everyone who had the privilege of knowing and loving you.
Mr. Roy Jackson, you were a blessing to us on this earth, and your memory will remain a blessing forever. 🙏🏾
Until we meet again,
May Leader & family 🌹
August 26, 2026
To Mrs. Jackson and the family of Mr. Roy D. Jackson
So sorry for your loss. Our sincere condolences. May you find comfort and peace in the many memories shared. Mr. J was a blessing and a fine example to all he came in contact with.
Most of my professional life was shaped by his influence and insistence on always putting your best foot forward, carrying yourself with respect and dignity, and that your integrity is your greatest treasure. They truly don’t make people like him anymore.
So honored to know him, and through him, you and your family. So many memories of our time in the office. He always had a song on his lips. Playing his CDs upstairs. Playing his keyboard and singing happy birthday to the celebrants in our office.
Rest easy, Mr. J. You have earned your place. May God bless each of you, and may He keep you close during this season of bereavement.
Lisa L. Quetel Querrard
So sorry for your loss. Our sincere condolences. May you find comfort and peace in the many memories shared. Mr. J was a blessing and a fine example to all he came in contact with.
Most of my professional life was shaped by his influence and insistence on always putting your best foot forward, carrying yourself with respect and dignity, and that your integrity is your greatest treasure. They truly don’t make people like him anymore.
So honored to know him, and through him, you and your family. So many memories of our time in the office. He always had a song on his lips. Playing his CDs upstairs. Playing his keyboard and singing happy birthday to the celebrants in our office.
Rest easy, Mr. J. You have earned your place. May God bless each of you, and may He keep you close during this season of bereavement.
Lisa L. Quetel Querrard
August 25, 2026
Dad,
There are no words that could ever truly express how grateful I am for you, for the life lessons you taught me, and for all the memories and experiences we shared throughout the years. Thank you for every conversation, every laugh, every challenge, every lesson, and every moment that helped shape the person I am today.
It was a pleasure and an honor to return home and have the opportunity to work alongside you. That was indeed a very proud moment for me and I know it was for you. Being able to stand beside you professionally, to learn from you, and to experience that part of life with you, it's something I'll forever treasure. I gained the best of the best from you.
Thank you for everything
Roy D Jackson Jr.
There are no words that could ever truly express how grateful I am for you, for the life lessons you taught me, and for all the memories and experiences we shared throughout the years. Thank you for every conversation, every laugh, every challenge, every lesson, and every moment that helped shape the person I am today.
It was a pleasure and an honor to return home and have the opportunity to work alongside you. That was indeed a very proud moment for me and I know it was for you. Being able to stand beside you professionally, to learn from you, and to experience that part of life with you, it's something I'll forever treasure. I gained the best of the best from you.
Thank you for everything
Roy D Jackson Jr.
August 25, 2026
September Fifteenth
Just another day, out of
a couple hundred.
A day always filled
with laughter, open mouthed smiles.
Oh, how I miss you.
Thank you for the time
we shared, the memories I,
will always cherish.
Thank you for giving
me more reasons to smile on
September Fifteenth.
There's something about
September that I'll always
love and remember.
I will forever
remember, dad, grandfather, and
Our shared September.
Just another day, out of
a couple hundred.
A day always filled
with laughter, open mouthed smiles.
Oh, how I miss you.
Thank you for the time
we shared, the memories I,
will always cherish.
Thank you for giving
me more reasons to smile on
September Fifteenth.
There's something about
September that I'll always
love and remember.
I will forever
remember, dad, grandfather, and
Our shared September.
August 25, 2026
Grandpa, we will continue to make you proud. Thank you for always being there, all of the fun times, laughs and memories. We will forever cherish our excursions to Chuck E. Cheese, IHOP, Arian’s, Petite Pump Room and more. You are deeply missed and will always be a part of us.
We love you, always and forever. ❤️
We love you, always and forever. ❤️
August 25, 2026
On behalf of Joe Hodge and family, we extend our deepest sympathy to his wife Merilyn, his children, and extended family.
Roy was our CPA for our various businesses for almost 48 years.
He was our friend, confidant and financial adviser.
He was a ray of light; full of humor, a man of integrity, a talented organist, an orator, and athlete.
May the love and special memories shared bring comfort to his family and every life touched. He will be dearly missed.
Roy was our CPA for our various businesses for almost 48 years.
He was our friend, confidant and financial adviser.
He was a ray of light; full of humor, a man of integrity, a talented organist, an orator, and athlete.
May the love and special memories shared bring comfort to his family and every life touched. He will be dearly missed.
August 25, 2026
I thought of writing a poem as a tribute to my late Uncle Roy, but there’s too much to share and so much to say. Growing up Uncle Roy was always there. He lived a little further up the hill from us and I always was proud to let anyone know that Roy D. Jackson was my uncle. Everyone on St. Thomas knew Uncle Roy! I knew there was the side of him that was the illustrious businessman whom I would get glances at whenever we visited him at his office. There was another side that I felt honored to experience as his niece. No matter what, he would always make time for me. I have very fond memories of him.
I will always remember when we had went on vacation to the General Conference of the SDA church in 1992. It was held in Indiana that year and Uncle Roy was there with Aunt Merilyn, Landi and April. Our families had coordinated to go to a waterpark together. I remember telling Uncle Roy that I was scared to go down the slides into the pool below because the water might be deep and I couldn’t swim that well. He promised me that he would go down the slide before me to catch me whenever I came down and he did just that. For every slide that day, Uncle Roy went down before me and kept his word. He taught me a lesson that day about integrity and that I could trust him.
In 2005, I graduated from naturopathic medical school, and a small, private ceremony was held for me because I would not be attending the main graduation ceremony that was scheduled on the Sabbath. I had tried to downplay it and was both surprised and deeply touched to see Aunt Merilyn and Uncle Roy, there supporting me. My father had died 2 years prior and wasn’t able to witness my completion of medical school and Uncle Roy served as that father figure for me that day.
Uncle Roy served as the master of ceremonies at my wedding, and I am glad that I have that recorded to watch and always enjoy listening to his jokes. The best part is always seeing him laugh at his own jokes with that telltale laugh of his. I will miss that. Once again, he was there on one of the most important days of my life.
In 2016, my mother, Doreen Van Putten, was at death’s door. She had to be medevacked off St. Thomas to receive medical care. There were decisions to be made in a short amount of time and my sisters, and I were half in shock and distress, but Uncle Roy was there. I remember speaking to him about what to do and he spoke with such calm clarity that was so welcomed. He also benevolently gave some of the funds that were needed to see that my mother, his little sister, would receive the best care and it helped save her life. That was who he was.
A man of excellence and standards,
who made time for family.
A man serious about his business
who gave to others unselfishly.
A man who set the bar high,
He paved paths for others to follow.
A man with an obvious intelligence,
To any who met him, this they would know.
A man whose laugh could fill a room,
and have you smiling with joy.
That’s the man I will always remember,
my one and only, Uncle Roy.
I will always remember when we had went on vacation to the General Conference of the SDA church in 1992. It was held in Indiana that year and Uncle Roy was there with Aunt Merilyn, Landi and April. Our families had coordinated to go to a waterpark together. I remember telling Uncle Roy that I was scared to go down the slides into the pool below because the water might be deep and I couldn’t swim that well. He promised me that he would go down the slide before me to catch me whenever I came down and he did just that. For every slide that day, Uncle Roy went down before me and kept his word. He taught me a lesson that day about integrity and that I could trust him.
In 2005, I graduated from naturopathic medical school, and a small, private ceremony was held for me because I would not be attending the main graduation ceremony that was scheduled on the Sabbath. I had tried to downplay it and was both surprised and deeply touched to see Aunt Merilyn and Uncle Roy, there supporting me. My father had died 2 years prior and wasn’t able to witness my completion of medical school and Uncle Roy served as that father figure for me that day.
Uncle Roy served as the master of ceremonies at my wedding, and I am glad that I have that recorded to watch and always enjoy listening to his jokes. The best part is always seeing him laugh at his own jokes with that telltale laugh of his. I will miss that. Once again, he was there on one of the most important days of my life.
In 2016, my mother, Doreen Van Putten, was at death’s door. She had to be medevacked off St. Thomas to receive medical care. There were decisions to be made in a short amount of time and my sisters, and I were half in shock and distress, but Uncle Roy was there. I remember speaking to him about what to do and he spoke with such calm clarity that was so welcomed. He also benevolently gave some of the funds that were needed to see that my mother, his little sister, would receive the best care and it helped save her life. That was who he was.
A man of excellence and standards,
who made time for family.
A man serious about his business
who gave to others unselfishly.
A man who set the bar high,
He paved paths for others to follow.
A man with an obvious intelligence,
To any who met him, this they would know.
A man whose laugh could fill a room,
and have you smiling with joy.
That’s the man I will always remember,
my one and only, Uncle Roy.
August 24, 2026
Dear Papa,
Though I haven’t always been there for you, when I am there, I enjoy your company and the memories we have made together. I still remember the days when we would sit on the porch and eat fruit, throw rocks at the iguanas in the trees, and just talk all day till it was time to come inside.
I remember the days when you would play the piano in the living room, and I would listen to you play.
I acknowledge all the hard work and effort you put into making sure your family had a roof over their heads, food to eat, and clothes to wear.
Though now we can’t see you, it doesn’t mean that you aren’t there cheering for my brothers and me on in the front row.
I never had the chance to say thank you. So thank you, Papa!
I miss you, Papa!
I love you too, Papa!
Though I haven’t always been there for you, when I am there, I enjoy your company and the memories we have made together. I still remember the days when we would sit on the porch and eat fruit, throw rocks at the iguanas in the trees, and just talk all day till it was time to come inside.
I remember the days when you would play the piano in the living room, and I would listen to you play.
I acknowledge all the hard work and effort you put into making sure your family had a roof over their heads, food to eat, and clothes to wear.
Though now we can’t see you, it doesn’t mean that you aren’t there cheering for my brothers and me on in the front row.
I never had the chance to say thank you. So thank you, Papa!
I miss you, Papa!
I love you too, Papa!
August 24, 2026
Coming to terms with the reality that I have lost my hero, my provider, my protector, my first love, and my father is something I never imagined I would have to face. There are no words big enough to describe the emptiness this leaves behind.
You were respected, admired, and looked up to by so many, but I was just proud to be yours.
You made me feel safe, secure, loved, and cared for. I always knew I could count on you. I knew you had me covered—every time, without question.
Your presence in my life instilled in me something I don't think I could have learned anywhere else: an untouchable pride in who I was and where I came from, because I knew just who I belonged to. Not because I thought I was better than anyone, but because I knew I was loved, protected, and backed by a Dad who I know always had me covered.
You gave me a sense of pride and confidence that came simply from being your daughter and being raised by you and Mum. So many of my ideals are because of you.
I could go everywhere with you. I could do everything with you. I was "Jacko's daughter," "Mr. Jackson's daughter." No one ever questioned. You had me covered.
And there is one memory that, all these years later, still says so much about who you were to me.
I remember the day you came back to St. Thomas wearing that “Have no fear, Dad is here” shirt—for me.
It may seem like such a small thing to someone else, but I remember exactly what I was going through at the time. And you knew. You showed up. You reminded me, without needing a grand gesture or a long conversation, that you were there.
For me.
You wore that shirt because of me, and somehow that simple act became engraved in my heart as one of the clearest reminders of what it meant to be your daughter. You saw me. You knew I needed to feel your presence, and you made sure I did.
I still have that shirt to this day. I think it's been about twelve years.
Twelve years, and I couldn't let it go.
Because it isn't just a shirt.
It's a piece of you.
It's a piece of a moment when my Dad reminded his daughter, "I've got you."
And you did. You always did.
So many of my memories, my experiences, and pieces of who I am are intertwined with you. Even the way I walk into a room is because of how I remembered seeing you walk into rooms... how we walked into rooms.
You owed no one apologies. You owned your space. Your example taught me how to own mine.
You gifted me what felt like the world; you gave me experiences I will carry forever, and you taught me—without even realizing it—what it felt like to be deeply loved and completely secure.
Thank you, Dad. Thank you.
And there is another moment I will carry with me for the rest of my life—the time you CRIED over me.
I can still remember you talking to me, your emotions taking over because you just wanted the best for ME.
You weren't crying because you were angry or disappointed. You were crying because you loved me so deeply, because you cared so much about the choices I was making and the life you wanted for me.
That moment changed something in me.
It showed me a depth of your love that I don't think I fully understood at the time. A father who could be so strong, so steadfast, and so protective, but who could also sit there and cry because he wanted nothing more in this world than for his daughter to be okay, to be happy, and to have the best life possible.
I will never forget that. Never.
The truth is, you are still woven into my everyday life.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't find myself thinking, “Dad would want me to do this,” or “I remember when Dad did this.”
Sometimes it's something as simple as a decision I have to make, and I find myself thinking about what you would have done or what you taught me. Other times, it's a memory that suddenly comes rushing back, and for a moment, it feels like you're right there again.
I see you especially in the way I parent my own children.
So often, I catch myself making a choice and realizing that I'm relating it to the choices I remember you making when I was a child. The way you protected me. The way you provided for me. The experiences you gave me. The things you allowed me to do, and the things you wouldn't allow. The lessons you taught me, sometimes without ever saying a word.
I find myself drawing from those memories as I raise my own children, and I realize that even now, you are still teaching me how to be a parent.
That may be one of the greatest gifts you left me—the ability to carry pieces of you forward.
I may not be able to ask you what you would do anymore, but I have a lifetime of memories that answer me.
I have your example.
I have your voice in my head.
I have the way you loved me.
And through the way I love and raise my own children, a part of you will continue to live on.
So much of who I am is because of you.
I will carry your love, your lessons, your example, your strength, and your memory with me for the rest of my life. Your impact on me will never fade, and neither will the love I have for you.
I miss you more than words could ever say.
Thank you for being my everything.
Thank you for being the kind of father whose influence doesn't end with his life—it continues through the person his daughter became and the mother she is still becoming.
Once your Jackson, always your Jackson. Very proud of it.
I love you, Dad. Always and forever,
"Bebe Girl, April Jewel"
You were respected, admired, and looked up to by so many, but I was just proud to be yours.
You made me feel safe, secure, loved, and cared for. I always knew I could count on you. I knew you had me covered—every time, without question.
Your presence in my life instilled in me something I don't think I could have learned anywhere else: an untouchable pride in who I was and where I came from, because I knew just who I belonged to. Not because I thought I was better than anyone, but because I knew I was loved, protected, and backed by a Dad who I know always had me covered.
You gave me a sense of pride and confidence that came simply from being your daughter and being raised by you and Mum. So many of my ideals are because of you.
I could go everywhere with you. I could do everything with you. I was "Jacko's daughter," "Mr. Jackson's daughter." No one ever questioned. You had me covered.
And there is one memory that, all these years later, still says so much about who you were to me.
I remember the day you came back to St. Thomas wearing that “Have no fear, Dad is here” shirt—for me.
It may seem like such a small thing to someone else, but I remember exactly what I was going through at the time. And you knew. You showed up. You reminded me, without needing a grand gesture or a long conversation, that you were there.
For me.
You wore that shirt because of me, and somehow that simple act became engraved in my heart as one of the clearest reminders of what it meant to be your daughter. You saw me. You knew I needed to feel your presence, and you made sure I did.
I still have that shirt to this day. I think it's been about twelve years.
Twelve years, and I couldn't let it go.
Because it isn't just a shirt.
It's a piece of you.
It's a piece of a moment when my Dad reminded his daughter, "I've got you."
And you did. You always did.
So many of my memories, my experiences, and pieces of who I am are intertwined with you. Even the way I walk into a room is because of how I remembered seeing you walk into rooms... how we walked into rooms.
You owed no one apologies. You owned your space. Your example taught me how to own mine.
You gifted me what felt like the world; you gave me experiences I will carry forever, and you taught me—without even realizing it—what it felt like to be deeply loved and completely secure.
Thank you, Dad. Thank you.
And there is another moment I will carry with me for the rest of my life—the time you CRIED over me.
I can still remember you talking to me, your emotions taking over because you just wanted the best for ME.
You weren't crying because you were angry or disappointed. You were crying because you loved me so deeply, because you cared so much about the choices I was making and the life you wanted for me.
That moment changed something in me.
It showed me a depth of your love that I don't think I fully understood at the time. A father who could be so strong, so steadfast, and so protective, but who could also sit there and cry because he wanted nothing more in this world than for his daughter to be okay, to be happy, and to have the best life possible.
I will never forget that. Never.
The truth is, you are still woven into my everyday life.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't find myself thinking, “Dad would want me to do this,” or “I remember when Dad did this.”
Sometimes it's something as simple as a decision I have to make, and I find myself thinking about what you would have done or what you taught me. Other times, it's a memory that suddenly comes rushing back, and for a moment, it feels like you're right there again.
I see you especially in the way I parent my own children.
So often, I catch myself making a choice and realizing that I'm relating it to the choices I remember you making when I was a child. The way you protected me. The way you provided for me. The experiences you gave me. The things you allowed me to do, and the things you wouldn't allow. The lessons you taught me, sometimes without ever saying a word.
I find myself drawing from those memories as I raise my own children, and I realize that even now, you are still teaching me how to be a parent.
That may be one of the greatest gifts you left me—the ability to carry pieces of you forward.
I may not be able to ask you what you would do anymore, but I have a lifetime of memories that answer me.
I have your example.
I have your voice in my head.
I have the way you loved me.
And through the way I love and raise my own children, a part of you will continue to live on.
So much of who I am is because of you.
I will carry your love, your lessons, your example, your strength, and your memory with me for the rest of my life. Your impact on me will never fade, and neither will the love I have for you.
I miss you more than words could ever say.
Thank you for being my everything.
Thank you for being the kind of father whose influence doesn't end with his life—it continues through the person his daughter became and the mother she is still becoming.
Once your Jackson, always your Jackson. Very proud of it.
I love you, Dad. Always and forever,
"Bebe Girl, April Jewel"
August 24, 2026
I didn’t grow up with my father, and our time together was brief. What remains with me are two things he said. First,
“When you start something, finish it.”
This was in reference to my masters degree that took me 13 years to complete.
And second, “Anybody can sing, you just need to take lessons.”
Simple words. Yet they carried weight. One taught me that effort without completion is incomplete. The other suggested that ability isn’t fixed. It is something you can build if you’re willing to learn.
I carry both with me. They’ve shaped how I approach work, challenges, and the things I care about. Even from a distance, those lessons stayed.
“When you start something, finish it.”
This was in reference to my masters degree that took me 13 years to complete.
And second, “Anybody can sing, you just need to take lessons.”
Simple words. Yet they carried weight. One taught me that effort without completion is incomplete. The other suggested that ability isn’t fixed. It is something you can build if you’re willing to learn.
I carry both with me. They’ve shaped how I approach work, challenges, and the things I care about. Even from a distance, those lessons stayed.
August 24, 2026
Tribute to Uncle Roy – Sir Bee-Beep
Roy D. Jackson, the most favorite uncle of all my Uncles. He was an inspiration to me, from the day that I was old enough to know who he was to my Dad and our family. Every time I was in his presence I felt encouraged, confident and excited. His positive energy was infectious, and it made you feel like you could accomplish anything. When I was first introduced to baseball, by my elder brothers, Clayton aka “Butchie”, and the late Calvin aka “Nap”, they got me started and I was excited about playing the game. Then I learned that my Uncle Roy played softball as well, so I started going to Griffith Park to see him play, along with my other family members that played there as well. I noticed pretty quickly, that Uncle Roy played with the same positive and infectious energy on the field , as he did in person off the field. He was a very good player. He was versatile and he was fast of foot too!
I was like, I want to play like my Uncle, and as I got better, with the help of some key baseball people coaching me, I dreamed of going to the major leagues. Uncle Roy and “Nap” were my two biggest cheerleaders and fans as I played in the Parks and Rec leagues as a teenager. They always encouraged me to keep working hard and stay committed to getting better.
It was at this point in my life that I learned more about my Uncle Roy, he was well known and respected in the community, and that inspired me even more, so much so, that when my wife Dr. Karen and I decided to get married, there was really only one choice for me, at that point in my life, for my Best Man. My Dad had passed two years prior, so if it couldn’t be my Dad, it could only be the next best choice, my most favorite Uncle Royie, who my Dad was always most proud of.
So, Auntie Merilyn, cousins Landi, April, Lisa, Roy Jr. and the entire family, though we will miss Uncle Roy D. Jackson immensely, let’s celebrate the amazing person, awesome life lived, endless memories and fun times that we were blessed to share with our beloved Roy D. Jackson. Rest in Eternal Peace Uncle Royie, from Sir Bee-Beep, Dr. Karen, Shaun and Kayla.
Roy D. Jackson, the most favorite uncle of all my Uncles. He was an inspiration to me, from the day that I was old enough to know who he was to my Dad and our family. Every time I was in his presence I felt encouraged, confident and excited. His positive energy was infectious, and it made you feel like you could accomplish anything. When I was first introduced to baseball, by my elder brothers, Clayton aka “Butchie”, and the late Calvin aka “Nap”, they got me started and I was excited about playing the game. Then I learned that my Uncle Roy played softball as well, so I started going to Griffith Park to see him play, along with my other family members that played there as well. I noticed pretty quickly, that Uncle Roy played with the same positive and infectious energy on the field , as he did in person off the field. He was a very good player. He was versatile and he was fast of foot too!
I was like, I want to play like my Uncle, and as I got better, with the help of some key baseball people coaching me, I dreamed of going to the major leagues. Uncle Roy and “Nap” were my two biggest cheerleaders and fans as I played in the Parks and Rec leagues as a teenager. They always encouraged me to keep working hard and stay committed to getting better.
It was at this point in my life that I learned more about my Uncle Roy, he was well known and respected in the community, and that inspired me even more, so much so, that when my wife Dr. Karen and I decided to get married, there was really only one choice for me, at that point in my life, for my Best Man. My Dad had passed two years prior, so if it couldn’t be my Dad, it could only be the next best choice, my most favorite Uncle Royie, who my Dad was always most proud of.
So, Auntie Merilyn, cousins Landi, April, Lisa, Roy Jr. and the entire family, though we will miss Uncle Roy D. Jackson immensely, let’s celebrate the amazing person, awesome life lived, endless memories and fun times that we were blessed to share with our beloved Roy D. Jackson. Rest in Eternal Peace Uncle Royie, from Sir Bee-Beep, Dr. Karen, Shaun and Kayla.
August 24, 2026
I would describe him as gentle,calm,composed,confident,reserved yet friendly and welcoming individual. I called him bro Roy.
We met when he was already diagnosed and going through some challenges, so we had the opportunity to observe him in different situations. For example, at lunch with us after church, on a social visit during the holidays. One day when I was taking Merilyn for a rental car at the airport, he took some time to get into my car. He stood by the open door while Merilyn kept repeating “Honey you have to get into the car” calmly he said several times without moving, yes “I must get in”. That was the love and patient kindness of his wife, not worrying of time but displaying gentleness and patience so he was not annoyed or agitated. She lived out 1Cor.13.Often saying “this is the hand that the Lord delt me.”
Bro. Roy was always looking at his wife, not wanting her to drift far away from his sight.
On hearing her voice, he will turn in that direction, following her till she leaves the room. During his hospital stay he was compliant. Before he became confined to bed and aphasic, he was quiet calm and observant of everything with a thoughtful and peaceful demeanor. He would answer appropriately by nodding his head. I often wondered what he was thinking since he could not express it. Bro Roy had a strong inner core strength that you could feel by his grip, and he purposefully moved his arms to the music that played in the background. When he smiled, it made you smile also reminding me of the hymn “God will take care of you the 4th verse says No matter what the test may be lean weary one upon his breast God will take care of you.
His influence will live on in my heart. As I look forward to seeing him in the earth made new.
We met when he was already diagnosed and going through some challenges, so we had the opportunity to observe him in different situations. For example, at lunch with us after church, on a social visit during the holidays. One day when I was taking Merilyn for a rental car at the airport, he took some time to get into my car. He stood by the open door while Merilyn kept repeating “Honey you have to get into the car” calmly he said several times without moving, yes “I must get in”. That was the love and patient kindness of his wife, not worrying of time but displaying gentleness and patience so he was not annoyed or agitated. She lived out 1Cor.13.Often saying “this is the hand that the Lord delt me.”
Bro. Roy was always looking at his wife, not wanting her to drift far away from his sight.
On hearing her voice, he will turn in that direction, following her till she leaves the room. During his hospital stay he was compliant. Before he became confined to bed and aphasic, he was quiet calm and observant of everything with a thoughtful and peaceful demeanor. He would answer appropriately by nodding his head. I often wondered what he was thinking since he could not express it. Bro Roy had a strong inner core strength that you could feel by his grip, and he purposefully moved his arms to the music that played in the background. When he smiled, it made you smile also reminding me of the hymn “God will take care of you the 4th verse says No matter what the test may be lean weary one upon his breast God will take care of you.
His influence will live on in my heart. As I look forward to seeing him in the earth made new.
August 24, 2026
Today, I want to honor the life and memory of my father, a man whose presence shaped my life in countless ways.
There are many memories, lessons, moments of laughter, and words of wisdom that will remain with me.. I remember when I went to buy my first car I asked him for advice; his response was you cannot afford the maintenance. I would say many of our conversations were pearls of wisdom; if you want to be successful in your business you need to learn how to play golf…I never learned! He gave me a foundation upon which I have built my career. Seeing him run his business and be his own boss inspired me to be my own boss. A lot of the choices I ultimately made as it pertained to my business were gained from his guidance and wisdom.
He taught me through his words, but even more so through the way he lived, his strength, sacrifices and his values. I will always be grateful for the time we shared and for the impact he had on my life; I take comfort in knowing that his legacy lives on through us, his family, the people he touched, and the lessons he left behind.
Rest peacefully
There are many memories, lessons, moments of laughter, and words of wisdom that will remain with me.. I remember when I went to buy my first car I asked him for advice; his response was you cannot afford the maintenance. I would say many of our conversations were pearls of wisdom; if you want to be successful in your business you need to learn how to play golf…I never learned! He gave me a foundation upon which I have built my career. Seeing him run his business and be his own boss inspired me to be my own boss. A lot of the choices I ultimately made as it pertained to my business were gained from his guidance and wisdom.
He taught me through his words, but even more so through the way he lived, his strength, sacrifices and his values. I will always be grateful for the time we shared and for the impact he had on my life; I take comfort in knowing that his legacy lives on through us, his family, the people he touched, and the lessons he left behind.
Rest peacefully
August 24, 2026
Roy to me was "Copes" and I to Roy was “Neen." Copes was my closest brother growing up. He was the sixth child and I am the seventh and the only girl of Anthon and Sara Delphine Jackson. I remember that he hardly had time to play with me. Copes enjoyed playing marbles with our brother Franky and Hugo Hodge. He sometimes played the piano but Franky was the pianist for worship. Copes played more than one instrument, even the trombone.
Reminiscing is more comforting to me than accepting the fact that my brother Roy is gone. Even though we often bickered with each other, as sisters and brothers do, Roy was always there for me. In times of family celebrations as the Master of Ceremonies for our happy events and in times of severe illness. I will miss him dearly.
My greatest comfort is in the Christian Hope: 1 Thessalonians 4:16: "For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first. After that, we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will always be with the Lord.” Copes rest in peace and we will be reunited with you and our loved ones on that Resurrection day.
Love your sis “Neen”- Doreen Jackson Van Putten
Reminiscing is more comforting to me than accepting the fact that my brother Roy is gone. Even though we often bickered with each other, as sisters and brothers do, Roy was always there for me. In times of family celebrations as the Master of Ceremonies for our happy events and in times of severe illness. I will miss him dearly.
My greatest comfort is in the Christian Hope: 1 Thessalonians 4:16: "For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first. After that, we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will always be with the Lord.” Copes rest in peace and we will be reunited with you and our loved ones on that Resurrection day.
Love your sis “Neen”- Doreen Jackson Van Putten
August 23, 2026
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To the man I cherished, adored, admired, loved, cared for, and gave all of myself to for more than half of my life.
Back then, at age 22, this day wasn't a bullet point on my agenda. It never even crossed my mind. Though we were 11 years apart, we were still pretty young, still discovering who we were, still being adventurous while learning about each other, and yes, it took me 9 years to say “I do” to you.
I remember how you proposed. It was weird. I guess I wanted you to come on bended knee with a rose or two behind your back, you know how they do it in the movies, overlooking the lake at the set of the sun, ready to spring the question, but noooo, you said, "What name do you want on your diploma, Carter or Jackson?”
I was about to graduate from College ………… well, I chose Carter. I don’t know if you were disappointed or happy; we just carried on with our lives.
You found me wherever I was. You would come to my workplace and block my car so that I must see you. I remember the notes you left on my car's windshield. You popped into my office unexpectedly just to say hello. You were persistent.
But that day did come. I agreed to carry your name not only on paper but in my heart for 42 years and counting.
Looking through some old pictures recently, I came across our wedding program. The letter size pink copy paper was folded in half, with a sketch of a couple on the cover, and the time was 6:30 am on a Sunday. I can’t believe we had our guests waking up at 5:00 am to be on time for our nuptials. I showed it to the girls, and we had a good laugh.
“Mum, were you and Dad poor?’ April asked, while looking at the flimsy pink wedding
brochure. I think she felt sorry for us. When it was her turn to get married, however, you made sure she had the best and whatever her little heart desired.
I don’t know whether we were poor or simply frugal. Perhaps a breakfast reception, when eggs were inexpensive, seemed more appealing than a steak dinner. Our guests were well fed and seemed as happy as we were. We celebrated with family and friends at Bluebeard’s Castle Hotel.
We matured.
You showed me the world, even though you were never inclined to travel this vast world, especially after 9/11. I remember my first elevator ride with you. I am claustrophobic and prone to motion sickness. You walked me through it. You showed me how to ride the escalator. You took me on the Ferris wheel like we were kids. I threw up so badly. You took me to the amusement parks, and I would throw up and scream until they stopped the rides to take me off. We toured the Empire State Building. We enjoyed Broadway Shows, Times Square Old Year’s Night, Las Vegas, and all the night shows with George Jefferson and others. My first train ride was with you. We cruised the oceans. You loved cruising. Had dinner with the Captains. Our honeymoon was on the tiny Cunard ship. I almost ruined it. My motion sickness was relentless.
You got us third-base seats at the World Series in Yankee Stadium. You were a Yankee fan, and I was a die-hard Dodger fan. The Dodgers lost.
You loved giving flowers. You loved getting flowers. We sent each other flowers for every occasion, sometimes for no occasion at all. I recall one year I decided to change the routine, and I paid a group of high schoolers to serenade you at your office on Valentine’s Day. They were late getting to your office, and when they arrived, you were not there. You had left because everyone else in your office was getting flowers, and apparently, you thought I had forgotten all about you. Someone from your office called me when the singers got there, so I went to the office, and they sang for me instead. Embarrassed!
You ate everything I prepared for you. You never murmured, frowned, or refused except for the time I tried to cook cornmeal fungi, and you tasted it and said it was like chick feed. The grains were still hard, but I learned how to cook it thanks to my dear sister-in-law (my brother’s wife).
When I decided to become a follower of Jesus, I think I stunned you with my decision. I got baptized, and you requested baptism for the following Sabbath. I recall not knowing where to find some of the books of the Bible, whether Galations came before or after Ephesians, and you would gently guide me to them. I can still see your fingers turning the pages for me.
You were a true accountant. You counted everything in view. I recall you sitting in church and telling me how many bulbs were in the chandelier. You knew how many rafters were in the roof and how many bannisters made up the railings because you counted them all.
You taught me so much. Even in the simple things that I do daily, I can see you in all of it. Every time I park the car inside the garage, I think of you. You showed me how to line up the driver's door with the panel on the wall so that I would know when to stop.
You taught me how to love you, perhaps unknowingly, during those most difficult moments. Moments when I couldn’t understand why the man with a brilliant photographic memory, the man I said ‘I do’ to so many years ago, the man who could tell his high school teacher exactly where to find the answer to a question by referring him to the exact page, paragraph, and line in the textbook because you memorized it proving your answer correct. I could not understand why this same man would now dress himself in four shirts, three pairs of socks, two sets of pants, and think it was ok.
Through your gentle spirit and soft-spoken voice, you taught me how to be gentle with you. My love for you grew exponentially when you said to me one day, ‘I’m sorry,” as you observed my frustration. Then the one time you said to me, “Not so loud’ when I raised my voice because I didn’t understand why you were doing the things you were doing.
I admired your boating captain skills, especially when I was afraid while sailing through the dark, rough channel between St.Thomas and St.John. I saw huge waves much bigger than the little boat you so skillfully maneuvered.
Then you enjoyed cruising down to the waterfront in your 20’ Cobia pleasure boat and picking me up after my workday just to cruise the harbor and surrounding area until sunset.
Well, the sun has now set at this phase of our lives.
Thank you for being a good husband. You were not perfect, but you were mine. Thank you for being a good father to our children. Thank you for being the best Papa to our grandchildren who adore you immensely. Thank you for being a good provider and for loving us the way you did. Thank you for being my music partner. The instruments remain silent, but your music still rings deep in my heart. Thank you for the laughter we enjoyed together. Listening to your childhood jokes was always amusing even though I've heard them a thousand times over.
Thank you for being a good role model for those you mentored by upholding the high
standards and Code of Ethics of the accounting profession. Your name and integrity was of paramount importance.
It was my absolute pleasure to care for you. There were times when I wondered if I was doing the right things. You trusted me with your life. I sat in doctors' offices with you and listened as you told the doctors, “Ask my wife; she knows everything.” I didn't know everything. What I knew was that I wanted you to be well. You had become so dependent on me, the man who was so independent. When you would look at me with childlike eyes, my heart broke. I could not let you see me cry. I had to be strong for you.
I recall the first time I realized you didn’t even know what to do with your towel as I handed it to you to dry your skin. You stood there, not knowing what to do. I dried your skin, but you knew just how to wrap your arms around me and say, “Thank you for taking care of me.”
You were loved. You were cared for, and you knew it, but God loved you even more.
I love you! I miss you so much! I would do it all over again. There is a space in my heart that is always yours. Why did Alzheimer’s have to take you away from us so soon? Perhaps I’ll get the answer in the Sweet By and By.
Until then, sleep well in the arms of the One who has been by our side all this time. I’ll see you on that great getting-up morning; I promise.
I’m ok. I know you’ll want to know if I am because that’s who you were.
Love always,
Mum.
Back then, at age 22, this day wasn't a bullet point on my agenda. It never even crossed my mind. Though we were 11 years apart, we were still pretty young, still discovering who we were, still being adventurous while learning about each other, and yes, it took me 9 years to say “I do” to you.
I remember how you proposed. It was weird. I guess I wanted you to come on bended knee with a rose or two behind your back, you know how they do it in the movies, overlooking the lake at the set of the sun, ready to spring the question, but noooo, you said, "What name do you want on your diploma, Carter or Jackson?”
I was about to graduate from College ………… well, I chose Carter. I don’t know if you were disappointed or happy; we just carried on with our lives.
You found me wherever I was. You would come to my workplace and block my car so that I must see you. I remember the notes you left on my car's windshield. You popped into my office unexpectedly just to say hello. You were persistent.
But that day did come. I agreed to carry your name not only on paper but in my heart for 42 years and counting.
Looking through some old pictures recently, I came across our wedding program. The letter size pink copy paper was folded in half, with a sketch of a couple on the cover, and the time was 6:30 am on a Sunday. I can’t believe we had our guests waking up at 5:00 am to be on time for our nuptials. I showed it to the girls, and we had a good laugh.
“Mum, were you and Dad poor?’ April asked, while looking at the flimsy pink wedding
brochure. I think she felt sorry for us. When it was her turn to get married, however, you made sure she had the best and whatever her little heart desired.
I don’t know whether we were poor or simply frugal. Perhaps a breakfast reception, when eggs were inexpensive, seemed more appealing than a steak dinner. Our guests were well fed and seemed as happy as we were. We celebrated with family and friends at Bluebeard’s Castle Hotel.
We matured.
You showed me the world, even though you were never inclined to travel this vast world, especially after 9/11. I remember my first elevator ride with you. I am claustrophobic and prone to motion sickness. You walked me through it. You showed me how to ride the escalator. You took me on the Ferris wheel like we were kids. I threw up so badly. You took me to the amusement parks, and I would throw up and scream until they stopped the rides to take me off. We toured the Empire State Building. We enjoyed Broadway Shows, Times Square Old Year’s Night, Las Vegas, and all the night shows with George Jefferson and others. My first train ride was with you. We cruised the oceans. You loved cruising. Had dinner with the Captains. Our honeymoon was on the tiny Cunard ship. I almost ruined it. My motion sickness was relentless.
You got us third-base seats at the World Series in Yankee Stadium. You were a Yankee fan, and I was a die-hard Dodger fan. The Dodgers lost.
You loved giving flowers. You loved getting flowers. We sent each other flowers for every occasion, sometimes for no occasion at all. I recall one year I decided to change the routine, and I paid a group of high schoolers to serenade you at your office on Valentine’s Day. They were late getting to your office, and when they arrived, you were not there. You had left because everyone else in your office was getting flowers, and apparently, you thought I had forgotten all about you. Someone from your office called me when the singers got there, so I went to the office, and they sang for me instead. Embarrassed!
You ate everything I prepared for you. You never murmured, frowned, or refused except for the time I tried to cook cornmeal fungi, and you tasted it and said it was like chick feed. The grains were still hard, but I learned how to cook it thanks to my dear sister-in-law (my brother’s wife).
When I decided to become a follower of Jesus, I think I stunned you with my decision. I got baptized, and you requested baptism for the following Sabbath. I recall not knowing where to find some of the books of the Bible, whether Galations came before or after Ephesians, and you would gently guide me to them. I can still see your fingers turning the pages for me.
You were a true accountant. You counted everything in view. I recall you sitting in church and telling me how many bulbs were in the chandelier. You knew how many rafters were in the roof and how many bannisters made up the railings because you counted them all.
You taught me so much. Even in the simple things that I do daily, I can see you in all of it. Every time I park the car inside the garage, I think of you. You showed me how to line up the driver's door with the panel on the wall so that I would know when to stop.
You taught me how to love you, perhaps unknowingly, during those most difficult moments. Moments when I couldn’t understand why the man with a brilliant photographic memory, the man I said ‘I do’ to so many years ago, the man who could tell his high school teacher exactly where to find the answer to a question by referring him to the exact page, paragraph, and line in the textbook because you memorized it proving your answer correct. I could not understand why this same man would now dress himself in four shirts, three pairs of socks, two sets of pants, and think it was ok.
Through your gentle spirit and soft-spoken voice, you taught me how to be gentle with you. My love for you grew exponentially when you said to me one day, ‘I’m sorry,” as you observed my frustration. Then the one time you said to me, “Not so loud’ when I raised my voice because I didn’t understand why you were doing the things you were doing.
I admired your boating captain skills, especially when I was afraid while sailing through the dark, rough channel between St.Thomas and St.John. I saw huge waves much bigger than the little boat you so skillfully maneuvered.
Then you enjoyed cruising down to the waterfront in your 20’ Cobia pleasure boat and picking me up after my workday just to cruise the harbor and surrounding area until sunset.
Well, the sun has now set at this phase of our lives.
Thank you for being a good husband. You were not perfect, but you were mine. Thank you for being a good father to our children. Thank you for being the best Papa to our grandchildren who adore you immensely. Thank you for being a good provider and for loving us the way you did. Thank you for being my music partner. The instruments remain silent, but your music still rings deep in my heart. Thank you for the laughter we enjoyed together. Listening to your childhood jokes was always amusing even though I've heard them a thousand times over.
Thank you for being a good role model for those you mentored by upholding the high
standards and Code of Ethics of the accounting profession. Your name and integrity was of paramount importance.
It was my absolute pleasure to care for you. There were times when I wondered if I was doing the right things. You trusted me with your life. I sat in doctors' offices with you and listened as you told the doctors, “Ask my wife; she knows everything.” I didn't know everything. What I knew was that I wanted you to be well. You had become so dependent on me, the man who was so independent. When you would look at me with childlike eyes, my heart broke. I could not let you see me cry. I had to be strong for you.
I recall the first time I realized you didn’t even know what to do with your towel as I handed it to you to dry your skin. You stood there, not knowing what to do. I dried your skin, but you knew just how to wrap your arms around me and say, “Thank you for taking care of me.”
You were loved. You were cared for, and you knew it, but God loved you even more.
I love you! I miss you so much! I would do it all over again. There is a space in my heart that is always yours. Why did Alzheimer’s have to take you away from us so soon? Perhaps I’ll get the answer in the Sweet By and By.
Until then, sleep well in the arms of the One who has been by our side all this time. I’ll see you on that great getting-up morning; I promise.
I’m ok. I know you’ll want to know if I am because that’s who you were.
Love always,
Mum.
August 23, 2026
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I am deeply saddened by the passing of my former CEO Mr. Roy D. Jackson. During his time at the Economic Development Authority (EDA), he was an exceptional Boss. He was always pleasant. He always greeted me with a smile and laughter. He was a mentor and a true friend. He called me KaKa which I cherished and has stuck with me. Every time I think of him that name comes to mind. When he left EDA he was truly missed.
I was touched when he came to St.Thomas and his wife, Merilyn Jackson called me to see him, not knowing it would be the last time, but I’d always ask her to give him a hug and kiss for me. His memories will always be with me.
May he Rest in Peace.
Condolences to the entire family.
Karen D. Swan
Former EDA Employee
I was touched when he came to St.Thomas and his wife, Merilyn Jackson called me to see him, not knowing it would be the last time, but I’d always ask her to give him a hug and kiss for me. His memories will always be with me.
May he Rest in Peace.
Condolences to the entire family.
Karen D. Swan
Former EDA Employee
August 23, 2026
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I cherish every moment I spent with Papa. He taught me to be kind to the people who supported me, to always keep laughing and smiling, and that no matter where you are or who you are with, you should always be yourself.
During the short summers I spent with Papa, I was able to see his business acumen firsthand. I used to work the front desk at his office—or at least, I thought I did. I would file paperwork, sort through files online, and buzz people into the office. Looking back, this may be where I got my love of organizing things from.
I remember one specific day when he asked me to come upstairs to his office. I don’t remember exactly why, but I do remember walking up the burgundy stairs with my paperwork in hand, ready to talk about my tasks for the day. When I reached the top, all I remember is him smiling at me.
Papa loved me, and I felt it with every interaction.
I will miss him so much, but I know that as he rests, he’s just preparing all his jokes for when we meet again in heaven.
This degree is for you, Papa. I will forever love you, forever miss you, and forever carry the lessons and love you gave me.
During the short summers I spent with Papa, I was able to see his business acumen firsthand. I used to work the front desk at his office—or at least, I thought I did. I would file paperwork, sort through files online, and buzz people into the office. Looking back, this may be where I got my love of organizing things from.
I remember one specific day when he asked me to come upstairs to his office. I don’t remember exactly why, but I do remember walking up the burgundy stairs with my paperwork in hand, ready to talk about my tasks for the day. When I reached the top, all I remember is him smiling at me.
Papa loved me, and I felt it with every interaction.
I will miss him so much, but I know that as he rests, he’s just preparing all his jokes for when we meet again in heaven.
This degree is for you, Papa. I will forever love you, forever miss you, and forever carry the lessons and love you gave me.
August 23, 2026
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I miss you grandpa, but I have even missed you while you were still with us. I miss your words of wisdom, your smile and kind eyes. I miss your tenor voice. You meant so much to me, you were a protector and ambitious man driven by your work. You were most of al devoted to your family. I miss “pinchy pinchy fly away” , playing sudoku together. I need to see you in heaven by Gods grace. You were so smart this evil world wanted to take from you what helped others the best. How could this evil world do that. I wish I had more conversations with you when I had the chance. You have always been a jokester and I want to be just like you from your love for your family to the way you gave back to the community. I can only imagine going to heaven and seeing your face recognize mine. God will bless me enough to experience that. I love you so much papa rest in peace
August 22, 2026
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My grandfathers legacy to me is a stong line of women he raised and taught to never back down and to grow stronger in the face of difficult situations. With all the love he has given me in the years even in times where he couldnt even rember me I will hold with me for the rest of my life and hope to continue passing on to others.
August 21, 2026
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It is with heartfelt sadness that we send our condolences on the passing of our cousin Roy “Royie” Jackson who we loved and admired. Roy’s devotion and family love was always a part of our lives. He will be missed .
I will continue to look for his wife Merylyn’s post each day that gave me a smile as I watched their daily activities. We were all blessed by his brilliance and his ability to make us laugh.
So proud to have called him Cuz!
Bill and my daughter and her family join in this wish of Rest In Peace and we know that Royie is in the arms of our Lord and Savior .
Bill and Debbie Brown DeLone and family
I will continue to look for his wife Merylyn’s post each day that gave me a smile as I watched their daily activities. We were all blessed by his brilliance and his ability to make us laugh.
So proud to have called him Cuz!
Bill and my daughter and her family join in this wish of Rest In Peace and we know that Royie is in the arms of our Lord and Savior .
Bill and Debbie Brown DeLone and family
August 21, 2026
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Tribute to Mr. Roy D. Jackson, Sr.
It is with profound gratitude that I honor the life and legacy of a truly phenomenal man, Mr. Roy D. Jackson, Sr. I have known him for my entire life, and I remain deeply thankful for the significant role he played in shaping the person I am today. Our many encounters—whether at church, through music, or in professional settings—have gifted me with memories I will forever cherish.
Mr. J never hesitated to share his thoughts, especially when he saw opportunities for improvement. Whether guiding musical excellence or offering counsel in financial management, he did so with conviction, clarity, and a genuine desire to uplift others. I thoroughly enjoyed practicing with and accompanying his choir or male chorus whenever called upon, playing the “pi-ano,” as we jokingly pronounced it in affectionate jest toward his beloved Anguillian wife, Merilyn. His insistence on following the printed score and perfecting every performance reflected his unwavering commitment to excellence.
That same meticulous standard carried into his professional leadership. As chair of the Finance and Budget Committee of the Board of Trustees of the University of the Virgin Islands—where I served as liaison—he ensured that every “i” was dotted and every “t” crossed. His disciplined approach, sharp insight, and high expectations left an indelible mark on me, one I will forever hold with gratitude.
Today, I extend my deepest condolences to Merilyn and the entire Jackson family, along with heartfelt appreciation for sharing him with his community of friends, colleagues, and fellow worshippers. May God’s love surround you, and may cherished memories sustain you in the difficult moments.
We look forward with hope to the resurrection morning, when we will be reunited with our loved ones—and when we will surely see Mr. J again, more than likely directing the heavenly choir with his tenor voice par excellence.
Blessings.
It is with profound gratitude that I honor the life and legacy of a truly phenomenal man, Mr. Roy D. Jackson, Sr. I have known him for my entire life, and I remain deeply thankful for the significant role he played in shaping the person I am today. Our many encounters—whether at church, through music, or in professional settings—have gifted me with memories I will forever cherish.
Mr. J never hesitated to share his thoughts, especially when he saw opportunities for improvement. Whether guiding musical excellence or offering counsel in financial management, he did so with conviction, clarity, and a genuine desire to uplift others. I thoroughly enjoyed practicing with and accompanying his choir or male chorus whenever called upon, playing the “pi-ano,” as we jokingly pronounced it in affectionate jest toward his beloved Anguillian wife, Merilyn. His insistence on following the printed score and perfecting every performance reflected his unwavering commitment to excellence.
That same meticulous standard carried into his professional leadership. As chair of the Finance and Budget Committee of the Board of Trustees of the University of the Virgin Islands—where I served as liaison—he ensured that every “i” was dotted and every “t” crossed. His disciplined approach, sharp insight, and high expectations left an indelible mark on me, one I will forever hold with gratitude.
Today, I extend my deepest condolences to Merilyn and the entire Jackson family, along with heartfelt appreciation for sharing him with his community of friends, colleagues, and fellow worshippers. May God’s love surround you, and may cherished memories sustain you in the difficult moments.
We look forward with hope to the resurrection morning, when we will be reunited with our loved ones—and when we will surely see Mr. J again, more than likely directing the heavenly choir with his tenor voice par excellence.
Blessings.
August 21, 2026
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Unc Roy
Thanks for all the encouragement and years of mentoring you provided me. I can still hear you telling mom (Iona Jackson) that I was your "trusted side-kick". Your unwavering support and belief in my abilities were demonstrated when you left me to manage your CPA firm and the boutique for Merilyn while you were all away on family vacations. It's those years of early exposure to accounting and business management that contributed to my career successes. I am certain Dad, Franklin Jackson, Sr, would have also expressed his appreciation for all you did for his family. You stood in the gap and offered guidance during those critical years after his passing; until we were all able to stand on our own. For that, we are all grateful.
Your work here is done. May your spirit abide with our Creator, Jehovah God, and a peaceful rest to your body until that great getting up morn! Love you, Unc Roy ❤️ from Sher-Sher
Thanks for all the encouragement and years of mentoring you provided me. I can still hear you telling mom (Iona Jackson) that I was your "trusted side-kick". Your unwavering support and belief in my abilities were demonstrated when you left me to manage your CPA firm and the boutique for Merilyn while you were all away on family vacations. It's those years of early exposure to accounting and business management that contributed to my career successes. I am certain Dad, Franklin Jackson, Sr, would have also expressed his appreciation for all you did for his family. You stood in the gap and offered guidance during those critical years after his passing; until we were all able to stand on our own. For that, we are all grateful.
Your work here is done. May your spirit abide with our Creator, Jehovah God, and a peaceful rest to your body until that great getting up morn! Love you, Unc Roy ❤️ from Sher-Sher
August 21, 2026
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My Father. My Daddy. My Advisor. My Example. My Protector. My Sounding Board. My Everything.
Today, I honor the man who helped shape the foundation of who I am.
My father, Roy D. Jackson, was a man of discipline, laughter, music, responsibility, and love. He believed that if you were going to do something, do it well. If you gave your word, keep it. If you started something, finish it. He taught us to think ahead, work hard, and move through life with intention.
Some of my earliest memories of Daddy are rooted in the safety he created for our family. Every night before bed, he checked the doors and windows. As a little girl, I knew Daddy had checked the house and we were safe. Looking back, I understand what those quiet acts meant: he loved us, felt responsible for us, and wanted us protected.
Daddy was also one of my greatest teachers. During high school and my years at the University of the Virgin Islands, I worked in his accounting firm, Roy D. Jackson, CPA, in St. Thomas. He had high standards. Balance sheets, tax returns, reports, and forms had to be accurate and neat. There were no shortcuts and absolutely no White-Out was allowed on that Xerox typewriting. If it was not right, it was done again.
At the time, I thought he was simply demanding. Now I understand he was teaching me excellence, discipline, and pride in my work.
Even the smallest tasks came with lessons. Every Sunday, I was tasked with ironing his white long-sleeved work shirts. They needed the proper amount of starch and one crisp seam down each sleeve. If there were two creases, I already knew what was coming: do it again. Today, I can smile at those memories because I understand what he was building in me—discipline, patience, attention to detail, and pride in a job well done.
He taught me how to drive, but more importantly, he taught me how to navigate life—to plan, think critically, make decisions, keep my word, finish what I started, and pursue life intentionally. Daddy believed that your philosophy on life should drive your choices, and that your choices should align with your actions and your goals. Life was not something to simply let happen to you. It was something to live deliberately. You decided what mattered, lived according to those values, and made choices that moved you toward the life you wanted. That was how you made the most of the time you were given. One lesson I carry most closely is simple: “Leave people better than you met them.”
But Daddy was not all discipline and structure. He was loud, funny, playful, and full of life. His laugh came from his belly and could fill a room. Music was part of him. He had a beautiful tenor voice, played instruments, organized choirs and quartets, and even in his later years, he could still find a note perfectly on pitch.
He called me Yolie. He called me Deets. And sometimes came the unmistakable, drawn-out “Landaaaaayyyyy!” Those names, spoken in his voice, are among the memories I will always treasure.
Right now, I am sad. I am hurt. I am angry. I hate Dementia. I am still trying to understand how someone who has always been part of my life is no longer physically here. But I am also deeply grateful. I am grateful for the pictures, the videos, the laughter we captured, and the ordinary moments that have now become priceless. I am especially grateful that in 2015, I recorded a one-hour-and-forty-six-minute interview with Daddy about his life, his philosophy, and the messages he wanted to leave for his children. I did not know then how much that recording would mean to me today.
I am learning that these emotions do not have to compete with one another. I can be heartbroken and grateful at the same time. I can be angry that he is gone while feeling blessed for the years I had with him. I can deeply miss his physical presence while finding comfort in the fact that I can still press play and hear his voice, see his smile, and watch his laugh. Both extremes can exist. Grief does not erase gratitude, and gratitude does not diminish the pain of loss. So as I take this day by day, I am reminded that all of this is a part of the journey.
Daddy’s legacy is not confined to his profession, titles, or accomplishments. It lives in people—in his children, grandchildren, family, friends, colleagues, community, and all those whose lives he touched. It lives in the lessons we repeat, the standards we carry, the laughter, the music, and the expectation that we should use our lives well.
For 50 years, I had the privilege of being his daughter. That is one of the greatest honors of my life.
Daddy, thank you for your wisdom, your standards, your laughter, your music, your protection, and your love. Thank you for teaching me that a meaningful life is built intentionally—when your values shape your choices, your choices align with your actions, and your actions move you toward your purpose.
You set the standard. You left us better than you met us. Now it is our responsibility to do the same.
I am proud to be your daughter, and I will forever be grateful that God chose Roy D. Jackson to be my earthly father.
Well done. I will see you again. And when I do, maybe we could strike back up a heavenly Lighthouse Trio selection, and we’ll decide which one will get the keys or the bass guitar. Mum’s lead guitar will be lime green – as usual. 😊 Until then… I will keep on singing.
Yolie
Your daughter. Always.
Today, I honor the man who helped shape the foundation of who I am.
My father, Roy D. Jackson, was a man of discipline, laughter, music, responsibility, and love. He believed that if you were going to do something, do it well. If you gave your word, keep it. If you started something, finish it. He taught us to think ahead, work hard, and move through life with intention.
Some of my earliest memories of Daddy are rooted in the safety he created for our family. Every night before bed, he checked the doors and windows. As a little girl, I knew Daddy had checked the house and we were safe. Looking back, I understand what those quiet acts meant: he loved us, felt responsible for us, and wanted us protected.
Daddy was also one of my greatest teachers. During high school and my years at the University of the Virgin Islands, I worked in his accounting firm, Roy D. Jackson, CPA, in St. Thomas. He had high standards. Balance sheets, tax returns, reports, and forms had to be accurate and neat. There were no shortcuts and absolutely no White-Out was allowed on that Xerox typewriting. If it was not right, it was done again.
At the time, I thought he was simply demanding. Now I understand he was teaching me excellence, discipline, and pride in my work.
Even the smallest tasks came with lessons. Every Sunday, I was tasked with ironing his white long-sleeved work shirts. They needed the proper amount of starch and one crisp seam down each sleeve. If there were two creases, I already knew what was coming: do it again. Today, I can smile at those memories because I understand what he was building in me—discipline, patience, attention to detail, and pride in a job well done.
He taught me how to drive, but more importantly, he taught me how to navigate life—to plan, think critically, make decisions, keep my word, finish what I started, and pursue life intentionally. Daddy believed that your philosophy on life should drive your choices, and that your choices should align with your actions and your goals. Life was not something to simply let happen to you. It was something to live deliberately. You decided what mattered, lived according to those values, and made choices that moved you toward the life you wanted. That was how you made the most of the time you were given. One lesson I carry most closely is simple: “Leave people better than you met them.”
But Daddy was not all discipline and structure. He was loud, funny, playful, and full of life. His laugh came from his belly and could fill a room. Music was part of him. He had a beautiful tenor voice, played instruments, organized choirs and quartets, and even in his later years, he could still find a note perfectly on pitch.
He called me Yolie. He called me Deets. And sometimes came the unmistakable, drawn-out “Landaaaaayyyyy!” Those names, spoken in his voice, are among the memories I will always treasure.
Right now, I am sad. I am hurt. I am angry. I hate Dementia. I am still trying to understand how someone who has always been part of my life is no longer physically here. But I am also deeply grateful. I am grateful for the pictures, the videos, the laughter we captured, and the ordinary moments that have now become priceless. I am especially grateful that in 2015, I recorded a one-hour-and-forty-six-minute interview with Daddy about his life, his philosophy, and the messages he wanted to leave for his children. I did not know then how much that recording would mean to me today.
I am learning that these emotions do not have to compete with one another. I can be heartbroken and grateful at the same time. I can be angry that he is gone while feeling blessed for the years I had with him. I can deeply miss his physical presence while finding comfort in the fact that I can still press play and hear his voice, see his smile, and watch his laugh. Both extremes can exist. Grief does not erase gratitude, and gratitude does not diminish the pain of loss. So as I take this day by day, I am reminded that all of this is a part of the journey.
Daddy’s legacy is not confined to his profession, titles, or accomplishments. It lives in people—in his children, grandchildren, family, friends, colleagues, community, and all those whose lives he touched. It lives in the lessons we repeat, the standards we carry, the laughter, the music, and the expectation that we should use our lives well.
For 50 years, I had the privilege of being his daughter. That is one of the greatest honors of my life.
Daddy, thank you for your wisdom, your standards, your laughter, your music, your protection, and your love. Thank you for teaching me that a meaningful life is built intentionally—when your values shape your choices, your choices align with your actions, and your actions move you toward your purpose.
You set the standard. You left us better than you met us. Now it is our responsibility to do the same.
I am proud to be your daughter, and I will forever be grateful that God chose Roy D. Jackson to be my earthly father.
Well done. I will see you again. And when I do, maybe we could strike back up a heavenly Lighthouse Trio selection, and we’ll decide which one will get the keys or the bass guitar. Mum’s lead guitar will be lime green – as usual. 😊 Until then… I will keep on singing.
Yolie
Your daughter. Always.
August 21, 2026
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Mr J, as we affectionately called you, how do I adequately thank you for those wonder and fulfilling years as I sought to continue my journey as a young accountant many years ago at your firm.
Although you were a strict and no nonsense leader, I will always remember the warm lightness, the gut wrenching jokes you brought to the office reminding us that we were humans and to laugh in this stressful career of ours.
You taught me some meaningful lessons that I have carried throughout my journey .
To your family and loved ones who you showed such love and compassion for , my deepest condolences . I wish you all eventual peace and togetherness.
May your soul rest in sweet peace Mr J.
Lenore Lee Edgecombe, CPA.
Although you were a strict and no nonsense leader, I will always remember the warm lightness, the gut wrenching jokes you brought to the office reminding us that we were humans and to laugh in this stressful career of ours.
You taught me some meaningful lessons that I have carried throughout my journey .
To your family and loved ones who you showed such love and compassion for , my deepest condolences . I wish you all eventual peace and togetherness.
May your soul rest in sweet peace Mr J.
Lenore Lee Edgecombe, CPA.
August 21, 2026
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To The Family of Roy D Jackson:
Our deepest condolences to the family of Bro. Roy D. Jackson. We were saddened to hear about his passing. He lived a full and productive life as can be seen in the many activities he was involved with in the church and the community. One of the events of the 50th, anniversary celebration of the Philadelphia Seventh-day Church was a picnic at Magens Bay Beach. I remembered him coming to the car with Sis. Jackson. He looked around the surrounding and by the smile on his face I knew he saw familiar areas of Magens Bay beach. He wanted to walk away several times to explore as I held his hand. Sis. Jackson we thank you for allowing us to share with you in his journey as you daily chronologed the events of his disease.This has helped others in dealing with their families with Dementia and Alzheimer conditions.; to understand the love and care that is needed. We will continue to keep you all in our prayers. May God continue to comfort you and keep you faithful to the end.
James and Ulalie Smith and Family and Extended Families in Tortola.
To the Family of Roy D Jackson:
Our deepest condolences to the family of Roy D. Jackson. He will be missed. We knew each other from a young age as he visited Tortola with his parents. Many fond memories were formed. We will continue to keep all the family in our prayers. God has promised to send the Comforter to help us in our time of need. Let us continue to live for Him.
Leando and Christine Smith.
Our deepest condolences to the family of Bro. Roy D. Jackson. We were saddened to hear about his passing. He lived a full and productive life as can be seen in the many activities he was involved with in the church and the community. One of the events of the 50th, anniversary celebration of the Philadelphia Seventh-day Church was a picnic at Magens Bay Beach. I remembered him coming to the car with Sis. Jackson. He looked around the surrounding and by the smile on his face I knew he saw familiar areas of Magens Bay beach. He wanted to walk away several times to explore as I held his hand. Sis. Jackson we thank you for allowing us to share with you in his journey as you daily chronologed the events of his disease.This has helped others in dealing with their families with Dementia and Alzheimer conditions.; to understand the love and care that is needed. We will continue to keep you all in our prayers. May God continue to comfort you and keep you faithful to the end.
James and Ulalie Smith and Family and Extended Families in Tortola.
To the Family of Roy D Jackson:
Our deepest condolences to the family of Roy D. Jackson. He will be missed. We knew each other from a young age as he visited Tortola with his parents. Many fond memories were formed. We will continue to keep all the family in our prayers. God has promised to send the Comforter to help us in our time of need. Let us continue to live for Him.
Leando and Christine Smith.
August 21, 2026
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To the Family of Roy D. Jackson, Sr:
Please accept our heartfelt condolences on the passing of your husband, father, grandfather, family member, friend, colleague, and church family member. Whether you knew him as Husband/Hubby, Dad/Daddy, Bro. Jackson, Mr. J, “Royie,” or Uncle Roy, he was a genuine person—a man who loved God, family, church, and community. He was full of life, enjoyed music, people, and sports. Our parents, the late Joseph and Oretha Griffin, were very good friends with “Royie,” as they called him. We remember him singing with the choirs and male groups at the St. Thomas SDA Church (now City Church) and he continued sharing his musical talents when we moved out to Shiloh SDA Tabernacle and then at the Philadelphia SDA Church. We recalled that as little kids how intrigued we were by a duet, The Holy City, that Uncle Roy played on his trombone accompanied by his brother Frankie at what is now City Church.
It had been difficult seeing our vibrant, smart, and witty Uncle Roy slowly leave us. However, in recent years when we had occasion to meet up in St. Thomas or in Maryland, there were times when there would be glimpses of recognition; he would make the motion suggesting he remembered us as little children. Then his infectious smile would break out, the hugs would be tight and at times tears would flow. Uncle Roy is now at rest, awaiting the trumpet call. We pray that his rest be peaceful until the day, in the not-too-distant future, that we will be reunited with a fully restored Uncle Roy, along with our departed loved ones. So, we faithfully hold on to Blessed Hope, resting in the assurance that we, along with him, will sing praises to our beloved Savior throughout the ceaseless ages of eternity, rejoicing for His salvation and restoration. Until then, we pray that God’s arms of comfort will surround his dear family as you continue life without his spark. May the precious memories of the love that you shared bring you smiles through your tears.
With Love, the Griffin Siblings, aka the 5HLGs: Heather, Hilma, Hester, Hollis & Hillary
Please accept our heartfelt condolences on the passing of your husband, father, grandfather, family member, friend, colleague, and church family member. Whether you knew him as Husband/Hubby, Dad/Daddy, Bro. Jackson, Mr. J, “Royie,” or Uncle Roy, he was a genuine person—a man who loved God, family, church, and community. He was full of life, enjoyed music, people, and sports. Our parents, the late Joseph and Oretha Griffin, were very good friends with “Royie,” as they called him. We remember him singing with the choirs and male groups at the St. Thomas SDA Church (now City Church) and he continued sharing his musical talents when we moved out to Shiloh SDA Tabernacle and then at the Philadelphia SDA Church. We recalled that as little kids how intrigued we were by a duet, The Holy City, that Uncle Roy played on his trombone accompanied by his brother Frankie at what is now City Church.
It had been difficult seeing our vibrant, smart, and witty Uncle Roy slowly leave us. However, in recent years when we had occasion to meet up in St. Thomas or in Maryland, there were times when there would be glimpses of recognition; he would make the motion suggesting he remembered us as little children. Then his infectious smile would break out, the hugs would be tight and at times tears would flow. Uncle Roy is now at rest, awaiting the trumpet call. We pray that his rest be peaceful until the day, in the not-too-distant future, that we will be reunited with a fully restored Uncle Roy, along with our departed loved ones. So, we faithfully hold on to Blessed Hope, resting in the assurance that we, along with him, will sing praises to our beloved Savior throughout the ceaseless ages of eternity, rejoicing for His salvation and restoration. Until then, we pray that God’s arms of comfort will surround his dear family as you continue life without his spark. May the precious memories of the love that you shared bring you smiles through your tears.
With Love, the Griffin Siblings, aka the 5HLGs: Heather, Hilma, Hester, Hollis & Hillary
August 21, 2026
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A Tribute to Mr. J
It is hard to put into words what Mr. J meant to me and to so many others. After 11 years of working for him, I can honestly say that he was much more than an employer. He was a mentor, a leader, and someone who played a significant role in shaping the person and professional I am today. And for that, I will always be grateful. Mr. J believed in people. He shared his knowledge, offered guidance, and challenged me to grow, in ways he probably never realized.
One thing many people knew about Mr. J, was how proud he was of where he came from. He took every opportunity to let you know that he was a “Real Savanero!” And he said it with the kind of pride and confidence that made you smile.
I also have so many fond memories of Mr. and Mrs. J pulling out the keyboard, gathering everyone in the conference room, and singing Happy Birthday, turning an ordinary birthday into a celebration. And yes… even Kayla was singing! IYKYK! 😂
Working at RDJ CPA was never just about coming to work. It was a family-oriented organization, and Mr. J made sure you felt like you were part of that family. He cared about his people, celebrated them, supported them, and created an environment where relationships truly mattered.
Mr. J leaves behind a legacy that goes far beyond his professional accomplishments. His impact lives on in the people he mentored, the lives he touched, the lessons he shared, and the memories he created.
For me, he will always be a mentor, a boss who became family, and a true legend.
Mr. J, thank you for believing in me, teaching me, and being a part of my journey. Your influence will continue to live on in the people you helped, the lessons you taught, and the places you helped us reach.
Rest well, Mr. J.
You will truly be missed.
Jenielle Freeman
It is hard to put into words what Mr. J meant to me and to so many others. After 11 years of working for him, I can honestly say that he was much more than an employer. He was a mentor, a leader, and someone who played a significant role in shaping the person and professional I am today. And for that, I will always be grateful. Mr. J believed in people. He shared his knowledge, offered guidance, and challenged me to grow, in ways he probably never realized.
One thing many people knew about Mr. J, was how proud he was of where he came from. He took every opportunity to let you know that he was a “Real Savanero!” And he said it with the kind of pride and confidence that made you smile.
I also have so many fond memories of Mr. and Mrs. J pulling out the keyboard, gathering everyone in the conference room, and singing Happy Birthday, turning an ordinary birthday into a celebration. And yes… even Kayla was singing! IYKYK! 😂
Working at RDJ CPA was never just about coming to work. It was a family-oriented organization, and Mr. J made sure you felt like you were part of that family. He cared about his people, celebrated them, supported them, and created an environment where relationships truly mattered.
Mr. J leaves behind a legacy that goes far beyond his professional accomplishments. His impact lives on in the people he mentored, the lives he touched, the lessons he shared, and the memories he created.
For me, he will always be a mentor, a boss who became family, and a true legend.
Mr. J, thank you for believing in me, teaching me, and being a part of my journey. Your influence will continue to live on in the people you helped, the lessons you taught, and the places you helped us reach.
Rest well, Mr. J.
You will truly be missed.
Jenielle Freeman
August 20, 2026
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My Big Brother Royie I will treasure my memories of the times we shared together .Rest Well until we meet again. Susan
August 20, 2026
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A mischievous smile, a twinkle in the eye, a giggle, a boisterous laugh, that was our cousin Royee as he was affectionately known to the family. Growing up together, we admired his standing with his school buddies as the smartest in his class. We were proud to call him our cousin. There were so many aspects of Roy's personality that one could expound on. He was multi-talented and grew into a Renaissance man. Sharing music with him in the Caribbean Chorale on St. Thomas and later on seeing his skill and musical acumen in leading his church choir always inspired us.
After the death of our father, the late Warren E. Brown, Roy took on the task of teaching his aunt, our mother Eugenia to drive, He diligently took her out every weekend to practice. at family gatherings he often told the story of one day while driving, ,seeing one of her friends, Mother took both hands off the wheel to wave to the friend. Roy would demonstrate how he had to wrestle the wheel back to not have an accident. That always solicited lots of laughter. She was always very appreciative of his help with matters of the estate after our father's passing during the difficult period of adjustment. In 1973 when my husband and I returned from Switzerland along with Denis' sister Monique to spend a month with the family, Roy took us out on a delightful day trip on his boat. He enjoyed his role of Boat Captain.
Personally, I always enjoyed our conversations which would begin with a joke and laughter and then settle into serious talk of politics or economics. His knowledge was vast and all encompassing. The last years of his life were difficult. I missed the contact, the voice, the laughs, the talks.
Our heartfelt Sympathies go out to Merilyn, his children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews, cousins, siblings and all who knew and loved him.
May Angels guide him to his Eternal home and May he rest in Eternal Peace with his Lord and Savior who he served so well.
Denis and Anna Mae Comment ,Angela Comment McRae and Family, Xavier Comment and Family.
After the death of our father, the late Warren E. Brown, Roy took on the task of teaching his aunt, our mother Eugenia to drive, He diligently took her out every weekend to practice. at family gatherings he often told the story of one day while driving, ,seeing one of her friends, Mother took both hands off the wheel to wave to the friend. Roy would demonstrate how he had to wrestle the wheel back to not have an accident. That always solicited lots of laughter. She was always very appreciative of his help with matters of the estate after our father's passing during the difficult period of adjustment. In 1973 when my husband and I returned from Switzerland along with Denis' sister Monique to spend a month with the family, Roy took us out on a delightful day trip on his boat. He enjoyed his role of Boat Captain.
Personally, I always enjoyed our conversations which would begin with a joke and laughter and then settle into serious talk of politics or economics. His knowledge was vast and all encompassing. The last years of his life were difficult. I missed the contact, the voice, the laughs, the talks.
Our heartfelt Sympathies go out to Merilyn, his children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews, cousins, siblings and all who knew and loved him.
May Angels guide him to his Eternal home and May he rest in Eternal Peace with his Lord and Savior who he served so well.
Denis and Anna Mae Comment ,Angela Comment McRae and Family, Xavier Comment and Family.
August 20, 2026
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To the family of Brother Roy Jackson
We have lost a stalwart in our community and a dear brother in Christ. Brother Jackson will be dearly missed. To all his loved ones, we pray that God will give you the strength to endure. Find solace in the wonderful memories you can always carry in your hearts. May you be lifted up by the hope of an eternal kingdom where there will be no more death, sickness, or pain. May God grant you His peace. Percival and Loretta James and family.
We have lost a stalwart in our community and a dear brother in Christ. Brother Jackson will be dearly missed. To all his loved ones, we pray that God will give you the strength to endure. Find solace in the wonderful memories you can always carry in your hearts. May you be lifted up by the hope of an eternal kingdom where there will be no more death, sickness, or pain. May God grant you His peace. Percival and Loretta James and family.
August 19, 2026
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To Auntie Merilyn, Landi, April, Lisa, Royee, Denise and Derrick and your children, we were all very saddened for the loss of our dear Uncle Roy. He has been in our lives for 50+ years. He was a great source of wisdom, strength and most times laughter! 😊 We enjoyed birthdays, Thanksgivings, Christmases, and many family gatherings and trips together. We are grateful for the times he was there for us with fatherly sound advice. He was loved and he will be missed.. May you all find comfort in the beautiful memories shared. We love you. May the soul of Uncle Roy, rest in peace. Love, Gina, Candi, Monique, Marcia, Peggy, John, Aaliyah, Allette and Junior
August 18, 2026
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The Avenger Volleyball Team extends our deepest condolences to the wife, children, grandchildren, siblings, and the entire family of Roy Jackson, Sr. We mourn the loss of a man who was not only a devoted husband, father, grandfather, and brother, but a pillar of strength whose greatest priority was caring for his family.
For over twenty years, Mr. Jackson stood with us from the very beginning. He alongside Joseph Hodge of Apex Construction, faithfully sponsored our 3 volleyball teams. Mr. Jackson showed up to our games, cheered us on, and even joined our huddles when we needed encouragement. When our plays were off, he lifted our heads and reminded us that we could do it. And when we asked for God’s intervention, God stepped in—time and time again—helping us win championships at both the beginner and intermediate levels. Through it all, Mr. Jackson and his wife stood by us every step of the way.
We have tried to get him to bump a few balls with us, but when we get to heaven, we know he will be in our eternal huddle as our top spiker. We are blessed to have had him as part of our family, and we thank God for the gift of his support, loyalty, and love through the years.
To his family, thank you for sharing him with us. To his wife, thank you for standing by him and by us. You have shown us a portrait of true love. Our greatest condolences to the family of a man who was giving, loving, transparent, and outstanding.
For over twenty years, Mr. Jackson stood with us from the very beginning. He alongside Joseph Hodge of Apex Construction, faithfully sponsored our 3 volleyball teams. Mr. Jackson showed up to our games, cheered us on, and even joined our huddles when we needed encouragement. When our plays were off, he lifted our heads and reminded us that we could do it. And when we asked for God’s intervention, God stepped in—time and time again—helping us win championships at both the beginner and intermediate levels. Through it all, Mr. Jackson and his wife stood by us every step of the way.
We have tried to get him to bump a few balls with us, but when we get to heaven, we know he will be in our eternal huddle as our top spiker. We are blessed to have had him as part of our family, and we thank God for the gift of his support, loyalty, and love through the years.
To his family, thank you for sharing him with us. To his wife, thank you for standing by him and by us. You have shown us a portrait of true love. Our greatest condolences to the family of a man who was giving, loving, transparent, and outstanding.
August 17, 2026
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Even though our hearts are saddened by the passing of our beloved Cousin Roy, we are encouraged by the wonderful memories that we shared with him over the years.
One of the most memorable one is the cruise on the Royal Caribbean in 2003 where we celebrated the 75th birthday of our late mom, Mrs. Rosita Blyden.
We rejoice in the blessed hope that we will see him again soon at the coming of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Until then, may he rest in sweet peace. Amen
Loving Cousins,
Karen Normil
Myrna Williams
Avery Charleswell
One of the most memorable one is the cruise on the Royal Caribbean in 2003 where we celebrated the 75th birthday of our late mom, Mrs. Rosita Blyden.
We rejoice in the blessed hope that we will see him again soon at the coming of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Until then, may he rest in sweet peace. Amen
Loving Cousins,
Karen Normil
Myrna Williams
Avery Charleswell
August 17, 2026
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Life evening sun is sinking low, a few more days, and we must go. But, we are thankful that Roy knew God as his Lord, Savior, and Redeemer. So, family and friends, let's keep the faith. Soon and very soon, Jesus will return to take his children home. Rest in peace, our nephew.
Love, your aunts and uncle, Eileen Smith, Lillian Hedrington, and Salvadol Callwood
Love, your aunts and uncle, Eileen Smith, Lillian Hedrington, and Salvadol Callwood
August 17, 2026
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Please accept heartfelt condolences for the Family of Mr Roy D Jackson Sr. Brother in law, uncle, father grandfather and most of all, friend. We will miss our church services together and your laugh at every gathering and assembly. We thank God for the blessing to our lives we call The Greatest. We will forever cherish our memories as you Rest in Power. We love you so very much.
Your Sis,
Amelia, Kenneth and Family
Your Sis,
Amelia, Kenneth and Family
August 17, 2026
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Roy, sweet smile, great heart and loved by so many. Having being the accountant for Apex Construction for many years, you became more like family than our accountant. Roy you were loved until your last breath. Merilyn and your children will miss you.
August 17, 2026
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Mr. Jackson or as you were fondly called when I was growing up Uncle Royie. I saw you almost everyday as I walked to SDA School in Old Tutu. You would always say GM. Well if it isn’t the Hunt child with the big plats.(he knew my name but would tease me) with that smile we all know and loved so well.
I always looked forward to seeing him as it was a long walk from where I lived. As the years went by, I still kept in touch and then I heard he had Alzheimer’s like my mom did(they were also friends)even then he still had that beautiful smile. Later on I met him at Merilyns 70th birthday party. At one point, he came over to me and said you look so familiar. I told him who I was but saw a look of confusion. I know that look too well because mommy got that look sometimes. I hugged him and he gave me that beautiful Roy Jackson smile. The last time I saw him I was at Landis house. We enjoyed a few laughs. He even laughed at his own jokes. At times he was the same Uncle Royie that I remembered. It was worth every minute getting to see him again.
As long as I knew him I have never heard him be angry or say a harsh word. This gentle soul that I have known since elementary school will be so missed. People like you even seeing you a few minutes everyday unknowingly help to shape who you will be as you grow up. Kindness is easy to give and you did that. Thank you so much for always making me laugh as I walked to school each day by myself. It was such an honor to know you. You will be so missed.
I always looked forward to seeing him as it was a long walk from where I lived. As the years went by, I still kept in touch and then I heard he had Alzheimer’s like my mom did(they were also friends)even then he still had that beautiful smile. Later on I met him at Merilyns 70th birthday party. At one point, he came over to me and said you look so familiar. I told him who I was but saw a look of confusion. I know that look too well because mommy got that look sometimes. I hugged him and he gave me that beautiful Roy Jackson smile. The last time I saw him I was at Landis house. We enjoyed a few laughs. He even laughed at his own jokes. At times he was the same Uncle Royie that I remembered. It was worth every minute getting to see him again.
As long as I knew him I have never heard him be angry or say a harsh word. This gentle soul that I have known since elementary school will be so missed. People like you even seeing you a few minutes everyday unknowingly help to shape who you will be as you grow up. Kindness is easy to give and you did that. Thank you so much for always making me laugh as I walked to school each day by myself. It was such an honor to know you. You will be so missed.
August 16, 2026
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Uncle Roy was one of my happy go lucky uncle that made you feel loved and special Rest in peace Uncle Royie l will see you in Glory love always ❤️
August 15, 2026
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Many of times we talk about softball and baseball . Many of times you assist me and my wife with our taxes and the accounting of the Forty Plus baseball club records. Now we shall remember you for what you have done to assist many of our citizens and being a good friend ….RIP
August 15, 2026
1
I honor and salute Roy Jackson on the sad occasion of his passing. He served the Virgin Island with great distinction
Celebration of Life Services
Please join us to pay a last tribute.
We will come together to remember and pay tribute to the wonderful person. While we mourn the loss of our dear, we also aim to cherish the moments shared and the joy brought into our lives. Your presence would mean a great deal to us during this time of remembrance and reflection.
Family Colors:
Navy Blue/Baby Blue
Feel free to come dressed in the family's chosen color for the Celebration of Life service.
We will come together to remember and pay tribute to the wonderful person. While we mourn the loss of our dear, we also aim to cherish the moments shared and the joy brought into our lives. Your presence would mean a great deal to us during this time of remembrance and reflection.
Family Colors:
Navy Blue/Baby Blue
Feel free to come dressed in the family's chosen color for the Celebration of Life service.
Honoring the Life & Legacy of Roy D. Jackson
Marion Oaks Seventh-day Adventist Church
3201 SW 143 Place Rd.
Ocala, FL 34473
Friday, September 4, 2026
VIEWING - 9AM - 10:40AM
CELEBRATION OF LIFE - 11AM
VIEWING - 9AM - 10:40AM
CELEBRATION OF LIFE - 11AM
Online Celebration
Repast & Fellowship
SummerGlen Clubhouse
15400 SW 20th Ave. Road
Ocala, FL 34473
Friday, September 4, 2026
2PM
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In lieu of flowers, please consider sharing a favorite memory, story, or special moment you shared with Brother Jackson. You are invited to bring your written memories and/or cards to the service and place them in the Roy D. Jackson Memories receptacle that will be provided. These heartfelt memories will be treasured by our family for years to come.
You may also consider making a donation in Roy’s memory to Empath Home Health – Hospice of Marion County, Inc., who provided exceptional and compassionate care to Roy during the last year of his life. Donations may be sent via Zelle to Merilyn Carter Jackson at 352-640-2530.
Thank you for honoring Roy’s memory through your stories, memories, and generosity.
You may also consider making a donation in Roy’s memory to Empath Home Health – Hospice of Marion County, Inc., who provided exceptional and compassionate care to Roy during the last year of his life. Donations may be sent via Zelle to Merilyn Carter Jackson at 352-640-2530.
Thank you for honoring Roy’s memory through your stories, memories, and generosity.
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