For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come.William Shakespeare Hamlet

This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Tasia Alynne Jackson who was born in Washington Port Angeles on February 25, 1992 and passed away on December 25, 2003. You will live forever in our memories and hearts. 


 Losing Tasia

In an instant
She was gone
Her balloon of life
Popped
Pricked by the
Call of Christ
Sharp and inevitable
The suddeness
So intense
So overwhelming
No chance to breathe
Only to sob, shout, scream
Ask why?
Every balloon
Loses its air
Eventually
But the suddeness
So intense
So overwhelming
No chance to breathe
Only to realize
Sometimes things go
Before their time
Some accidental
Some intentional
That sharp and inevitable
Call of Christ

~Tessa Jackson

Tasia was smart, funny,sarcastic, sweet, nonjudgemental, active, open to new things, senstitive, and very loving. You couldn't ask to have a better sweet girl in your life.

Tasia was a 6th grade student at Roosevelt Middle School in Port Angeles, Washington. She loved playing the piano, guitar, and was learning judo.

She was also an aspiring chef and horticulturist.

She loved listening to music, her favorite song being 'Hey Ya'. by Outcast and Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.

Tasia loved our family outings, always exploring new towns and fun, adventurous places. Her favorite being Puerta Vallarta, Mexico.

Tasia is survived by her father Chris and stepmother Tessa of Port Angeles, Washington,her brother Emmett of Poulsbo,
brothers Gage and Ethan of Port Angeles,Grandparents Paul and Mary Jackson of Port Angeles, Ella Harris of Port Angeles, and Kathy Wilcox of Olympiaaunt Erin Briones of Bonny Lake, aunts and uncles Sam and Dave Kays of Port Angeles, and Robbie and Lani Schmidt of Sequim and several cousins and friends.

She was proceeded in death by her mother Kathryn Harris and baby brother Kaidan William Harris who were all killed in the same car accident that horrible day.

Sometimes I grieve so deeply
That I can hardly breathe
One look at your photograph
And the pain begins to ease
Sometimes I grieve so softly
That it hardly hurts at all
One look at your photograph
And the pain begins to call
No matter how I grieve for you
The one thing you'll always find
Is day or night, heavy or light
You're ALWAYS on my mind
-Tessa Jackson

what the caterpillar thinks is the end of life-
the butterfly thinks is just the beginning
-author uknown

butterfly: (n) 'butur' fli- a diurnal insect typically having a slender body, knobbed antennae, and
broad colorful wings.