Ian Jackson

It is with broken hearts that we announce the passing of a dear husband, Dad, grandfather and great-grandfather, Ian Jackson at the age of 86. Ian was married to the love of his life, Irene, for 64 years. Ian leaves a legacy with his two daughters; Susan (Al) and Irene (Stan) along with seven grandchildren, Melissa (Nelson), Chris, Jerry (Shania), Cam (Katie), Bryce (Alisha), Ryan (Amber) & Cody (Alyssa), along with their 10 great-grandchildren. We will miss him and his mischievous endearing jokester, young kid at heart personality.

Ian and Irene immigrated to Canada with their very young family in 1962 from Glasgow, Scotland. Ian’s career with Nissan and the automotive industry spanned five decades. He was proud of his humble upbringing in the tenement buildings of Glasgow to his new life in Canada (in his words “one of the best decisions he ever made”, after marrying Irene). Ian’s zest for life, whether water skiing in Penticton every summer with his family to zip lining on a cruise with his daughters and son-in-laws, was evidence in how he lived his life. He loved to putter around the yard and enjoyed years in the family backyard pool that many of the neighbours and family friends remember and still talk about the big kid who jumped in the pool and “played” with us for all those years. He provided well for his family. Family holidays and get togethers will forever be in our memories, family really was everything to him. Our hearts may be broken but our love for him and our family is stronger than ever. Rest in peace, we will love you forever.

Comforting words: John 3:16 - “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have eternal life.”

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Parkinson Society of BC in Ian’s name.

In keeping with Ian’s wishes there will be no service. A private family get together will be held in the near future

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain,

When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry:

I am not there, I did not die.