Eulogy For Shirley Jackson

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Jackson awoke to sound of his fathers hands steadily working the tools away at the stones he carved. His father always had a delicate touch for the whatever he made and he loved it to him it was not a job rather a hobby he took much pride in doing. He always took great care in what he made: beautiful clocks, ships made of ivory, and on occasion beautiful rings made of emeralds. Happily, Jackson smiled and went back to turned over to go to sleep, he loved his father. He remembered when his father was a coal miner how he would come home late at night and Jackson never saw him, now as he heard his father working the stubborn ivory he felt at peace. However, he had a deep sense that something was wrong he was only a boy, nevertheless he