He was a man in ten millions of people.
I miss him something awful; our lives changed the day he crossed the river in August of 1909; these past nine years have been lonely without him. Today he would have been 80 and at 78 to be soon I couldn’t fill his shoes. He walked tall, talked little and while we never had a Patriarch in the Clan after our maternal Grandpaw crossed over at age 88 in the year of 1965, he, Brother Dirk, filled that vacant space to become the undisputed leader of the Clan when he was barely 30 years old.
Few dared to speak out of place while he lived; he wouldn’t hurt a fly but he also did not take kindly to bad manners or small minds.
He had a presence wherever he went.
We still miss you my Brother and we are all in touch with you today; you will live forever in our hearts and minds.
Here is our picture a few months before the day our lives changed. You can guess who I am and who he was. The third one is Boetie and his wife; she was my Sil, really my sister in fact since he joined Brother Dirkie in 2010.
[Subsequent insert: Sorry to my readers, but I could not get the picture in here. My system is frothing with hackers, but the funny part is that 
they think that they are scaring me. Watch this space; right now I hope they will take the bait. I know who they are and I shall handle them the way they deserve; don’t you now worry about me; this ole guy is no fool]. And I found the picture!
I have things to do, you two; you are part of it. I must finish some matters but look forward to seeing you and Mom and Dad when I have served out all my duties.
You lived for duty, beloved Brother. I can never match you in that but I am doing my best.
Ike Jakson
In Americus GA saka Americoon
Jaksonian Philosophy 