By: Kristle Marie Lawrence, Epsilon Xi Chapter of Tau Beta Sigma, Troy University
April Jackson (left) with her big sister Kristle Lawrence (right) celebrating her birthday.
When I was asked to compose this article, the first thoughts that entered my mind were not encouraging in the least. While it is my privilege to have been asked to honor my little sister through this article, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I know that if I possessed the most eloquent writing skills in the world, I would never, in years of drafts and revisions, be able to completely convey the beautiful woman I had the honor of calling my little sister and friend. No matter how many descriptive words I chose or how many immaculately constructed phrases I managed to string together, I knew I would fall short by such an immeasurable distance that I would feel as if I had failed her. After nights of struggling to even begin trying to show who April Denise Jackson was, I arrived at a conclusion. No matter how hard I worked, readers would never be able to grasp just who she was and how much she meant to the people around her. So I have no intention of trying.
Instead, I want you to feel who she was. If through this article you can search through the people in your life and find your April, I will have succeeded in honoring her memory. That accomplishment would thrill me beyond imagining.
April was beautiful in a very unique way. She commanded glances of admiration any time she entered a room. In a very unknowing way, she could gain the attention of those around her by flashing a sincerely mesmerizing smile and people could not help but be drawn to her dark eyes and elegant figure. But the most concentrated aspect of her beauty resonated from far deeper within.
April was truly living life as a vibrant woman who brought people together. She was the girl who could erupt in wild and unchecked laughter without looking around to see who was watching and would have all around her gasping for air only moments later. She was the girl who enjoyed being surrounded by unforgettable friends and seizing the moments in life that cannot last forever. My mind goes back to late nights of heartbreak treated with good friends and doughnuts and to inside jokes, pranks, and stories that had to be told over and over again. Personally, the song Kerosene by Miranda Lambert conjures images of the two of us (equally horrible singers) belting out the lyrics at a Tau Beta Sigma Karaoke fundraiser during her Membership Candidacy. Not one inclined to vocal performances, it was one of the few times I can recall truly having the time of my life and giving no consideration to anything else. Belting out the lyrics, we brought down the house. We bonded that night. She showed me how to enjoy not taking myself so seriously. To this day, I hear the strains of that up-beat song and can’t help but laugh to think of getting to know my little sister while literally dancing and singing as if no one was watching.
April was the person who worked in order to obtain what she wanted out of life. Working up to three jobs at any given time in addition to serving as a member of the National Guard, she knew all too well the cost of earning a living and never letting the negative events in life dictate her destination. Prompt and punctual, she was always on time and gave forth more effort than was ever asked of her. She would work one shift, only to clock out and head to the next. One after the other, she clocked in her hours out of the determination to be self-sufficient. She could be trusted with any and every task and would go through whatever it took to be true to her word once it had been given. A woman of honor, she thrived in honesty and broadcasted herself as an independent and intelligent woman who would attain her heart’s desires. I could not help but be challenged by her. She inspired me to work harder and be better in academics, work, Tau Beta Sigma, and life itself.
Perhaps the most intense and wonderful aspect of April was her ability to love. Not merely her ability to love, but the way in which she loved the people around her. April enjoyed writing and so did I. It was truly something we shared and it was a way we both utilized to show the work the depth of our feelings. In one of the last pieces she wrote, she described the love that she desired.
An Irreplaceable Craving
By: April Denise Jackson
I crave a love that’s unexplainable…
unchangeable…
never strange…
but on the verge of dangerous
To know that when you…
and I….
collide…
hmmm….
time will stop….
People will talk…..
and the envious?
They’ll gawk..
A bond so strong we’ll be…
Cupids perfect pair…with two hearts that share…
ONE beat…
hand in hand…
cheek to cheek…
with no fear…
conquering whatever we meet
Together…..
as one…
hmmm…
I just crave a love that can’t be undone
Little could she have known how it is that, “love that can’t be undone” so many of us are searching for in this life. However, I don’t believe she was ever fully aware of how her love for those around her was truly the unbreakable and self-less love for which she was searching. To her family, friends, sisters, and brothers, she was fiercely loyal. No matter the injuries committed, she found a way to forgive and to go on loving. Giving all of herself away, she invested in those around her without reservation. She was more than willing to suspend her needs to lend to a friend. Again, I would find myself in awe of how far she was willing to go for the people in her life. I was often at a loss to comprehend why she was able to give so much so freely. Now I see. It was because she knew how to love.
Look around you at the people God has chosen to place in your life. Find your April. Find the person who makes you look at your own life with critical eyes. Seek out the person who exemplifies things that challenge you to go beyond your comfort zone. Identify the people in your life who, through their own dedication and sacrifice, show you the person you want to become. Search the faces of family, friends, and your brothers and sisters in the bond. April is there. She is the college student who picks up those extra shifts so that he or she can one day succeed. She is in the family member who can forgive any wrong out of sheer love for another. She is in the friend who will never let you go through the terrible throes of life alone. That person is your April. Only you can truly understand what that person means to you just as only I can tell you what April means to me.
The night she passed away, I lost more than my little sister. I lost an inspiring woman, a beautiful young lady, and the presence of the friend who made such an impact on who I am. There is nothing I can say to adequately depict the feelings of loss experienced by myself, and those who knew and loved her. I have my April and always will. No matter the passage of time, her memory will be a precious reminder of how beautiful life can be to those who choose to live every second of it. She will continue to inspire me to go above and beyond, and that my dreams are only as far away as I allow them to be. Most of all, she will inspire me to live life investing in the lives of others by loving without reservation. I want to be able to love like April.
Find your April. When you do, please remember these words. Only then can you appreciate the memory of the beautiful sister, woman, friend, and little sister who changed my life forever.
April Denise Jackson
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September 11, 1989-June 22, 2012