Sioux Jackson died on Tuesday. A service of thanksgiving for her life will be held at St Silas' on Tuesday at 11am.
Sioux was a remarkable little woman. I met her when one of the St Silas' congregation asked me to pray for her: she was in hospital with terminal cancer. I offered to visit, and we found ourselves swiftly becoming friends. I think it was our mutual love of Star Trek that helped us hit it off. That, and our ability to talk straight with one another. She chain-smoked (I asked her not to when I visited her home - I get asthma and didn't want to spend the rest of the day with other folk thinking that the stress of life had turned me to the fags). She had a cheeky wit (but she could take as well as she gave). She loved and made music (but was self-deprecating about her abilities). My goodness, how she could draw! She loved children and supported those in need. She'd had a tough life but was a cheery soul in spite of it all. I'm thankful to have known her. A few minutes before she died I said to her, "I'll see you again, Sioux". I look forward to that day.












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