Jack O. Amberson

I will never forget sitting at Jack's kitchen table, him crying over me not being saved. I remember thinking how could anyone care that much about me and where I would spend eternity. I was later saved sitting in my house in November 1994. I will never forget the love he showed me. I love the entire Amberson family. May God hold you all a little tighter, a little closer...

I met Jack during my first teaching job at Pisgah; our friendship has grown ever since. He was not only a friend but also a brother and a mentor. He attended my son´s senior recital, his graduation at Alabama, my heart surgery, as well as many more events. Jack was true and supportive, always with a new joke each time we were together. I was traveling with him on a beginning band trip once when he said " I need a coffee". I talked him into ordering a cafe-mocha. He said that was the worst thing he ever tasted. Many memories my friend, and I will miss you greatly.