Though your journey to heaven has been long and heartbreaking, you have reached home and found peace.
Donna Dee was born July 13, 1930 in Burwell, Nebraska to Lillian and Roy Farmer. Donna passed peacefully January 6, 2019 with her daughter, Peggy, by her side.
On August 20, 1950, Donna married Harold (Sonny) Jackson in Valentine. To this union three children were born, Peggy, Jerry and Kathy.
Donna’s love for her family was unshakable. Her closeness with her parents and siblings, Joyce, Shirley, Marilyn, Marvin and David continued throughout their lives. She enjoyed her nieces, Deana, Darla, Deb, Twila and nephews, Dennis, Gregg, Steve, Rex, Aaron and Ryan very much
Donna loved and nurtured her three children to adulthood. In turn, she had three children who respected and loved her.
When the grandchildren started to arrive, Gram Donna and Grandpa Sonny were thrilled. They were blessed with ten grandchildren: Melisa, Jami, Justina, Lorena, Melinda, Becky, April, Brenda, Lindsey and Ty; and ten great grandchildren: Marshall, Lane, Cole, Bradley, Joey, Jace, Wyatt, Easton, Kaden, Tatum and one great great granddaughter, Logen.
When Donna lost Sonny to cancer in 1989 her life on their small place south of Martin came to an end. Donna moved to town, which she enjoyed, and was off and running strong. The horrible disease of Dementia/Alzheimers was been Donna’s constant companion for over 9 years.
It was a blessing that Donna was unaware that she lost her only son, Jerry, in 2011, her sister, Joyce and her brother, David.
Donna and Sonny loved to dance, especially square dancing. Perhaps she and Sonny are once again laughing and dancing the night away.
Now you can look down upon all of your family again and know and remember them once more. Love you, Mom.
Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space not even death. (Author Unknown)