Mary Campbell Jackson

Mary Campbell Jackson
January 15, 1945 – October 6, 2025
Mary Campbell Jackson, beloved wife, mother and grandmother, passed away peacefully in her home on October 6, 2025, due to a long battle with pancreatic cancer.
Mary was born in Tazewell, Tennessee to Edna Mae Lynch Campbell and Lonal Carter Campbell. She attended the University of Tennessee in Knoxville where she met her beloved husband, Brandon Jackson. She finished her Bachelor's of Arts degree at George Mason College of the University of Virginia. She was an English teacher and worked in the legal profession with the Illinois Attorney General. Brandon and Mary were married for 59 years, living in Virginia, Illinois, and finally retiring to their dream home in Dickson, Tennessee.
Mary was a faithful member of St. George's Episcopal Church in Nashville, TN. She devoted much of her time to The Order of the Daughters of the King, an Episcopal women's ministry. She was also a member of the Centennial Club and the Study Club. She loved painting, creative writing, and calligraphy. She spread love through her knitting and the Prayer Shawl Ministry at St. George's.
She is survived by her husband, Brandon Jackson; her brothers, George Campbell (Sue) and Paul Campbell (Barbara); her daughter, Mary Kathryn Jackson Roberts and her husband Jim Roberts, Jr.; her daughter, Amy Elizabeth Jackson Collier and her husband, Rick Collier; and her grandchildren, Jackson Collier, Maggie Collier, Andrew Collier, Grace Roberts, James Roberts, III, and Lily Roberts.
The family would like to extend their sincere thanks to Alive Hospice for their care and comfort. A celebration of Mary's life will be held at St. George's Episcopal Nashville, October 25, 2025,10:30am with visitation to follow. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to St. George's Episcopal Church, Nashville, TN, Cornerstone Fund.
Arrangements in the care of Compassion Funeral & Cremation Services, Nashville, TN (615) 857-9955. We proudly remain locally owned and operated.
I Am Standing Upon The Seashore
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me - not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying
Henry Van Dyke