In Memoriam Jackie Harrison-Knapp (1952-2020)

On the 17th of May Jackie Harrison-Knapp, who used the twitter handle @SwearalotFbpe, died. Many people in the UK liked and respected her, for she was a brilliant campaigner and a very kind lady. Her death is a tragic loss for our #FBPE-movement and for all remainers in the UK as well.

Her daughter Sally granted permission to publish the thread, that she posted on Twitter on the day of the funeral of her mother, on our blog. I’d like to thank her for this gesture and wish her and other relatives of Jackie strength and courage with this tragic loss.
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What a day today has been. Saying goodbye to my beloved mum, my best friend, my anchor in this world. I wanted to share a poem that I sent to my mum a week before she passed away. I’m so glad she got to read it, although she knew how much I loved her anyway.


Never Enough

Sometimes I know the words to say to give thanks for all you’ve done, but then they fly up and away as quickly as they come.
How could I possibly thank you enough, the one who makes me whole, the one to whom I owe my life, the forming of my soul?

The one who tucked me in at night, the one who stopped my crying,
the one who was the expert at picking up when I was lying.
The one who saw me off to school and spent sad days alone,
yet magically produced a smile as soon as I came home.

The one who makes such sacrifices to always put me first,
who lets me test my broken wings, in spite of how it hurts.
Who paints the world a rainbow when it’s filled with broken dreams, who explains it all so clearly when nothing is what it seems.

Are there really any words for this? I find this question tough.
Anything I want to say just doesn’t seem enough.
What way is there to thanks you for your heart, your sweat, your tears, For ten thousand things you’ve done over oh so many years.

For changing with me as I changed, accepting all my flaws,
Not loving ’cause you had to, but loving just because.
For never giving up on me when your wits were at its end,
For always being proud of me, for being my best friend.

And so I come to realise, the only way to say,
The only thank you that’s enough is clear in just one way.
Look at me before you see what I’ve become,
Do you see yourself in me, the job that you have done?

All your hopes and all your dreams, the strength that no-one sees,
A transfer over many years, your best was passed to me.
Thank you for the gifts you give, for everything you do,
but thank you, Mum, most of all for making dreams come true.

Night bless Ma, love you.