Anita Reeder Hardister was a giver all of her life. It was in her DNA I suppose. At a mere eleven years old she witnessed her father give his life in an attempt to save a young woman from drowning. Our family was awarded the Carnegie Hero Medal of Honor for his fatal sacrifice. That level of giving shaped her and lent to who she would become.

My Mama always gave even if it meant she went without. She was a teacher to many children in and out of the classroom. She dedicated her entire life to giving of herself in some capacity. She never wanted accolades and at her funeral, I began to learn of many of the things she did in private to help others. She didn’t want fanfare or praise, she gave because she felt it so deeply in her soul to assist those in need in any way she could manage to help them. She passed on July 30, 2011, and to this day, I still am learning of the things she did to reach others and give them hope. She was adamant about organ donation and I know she would be thrilled to know her donation to your foundation assisted someone in seeing the world as she did.

I was her only child and the bond we shared was like nothing I can begin to put into words. She loved me so fiercely and she instilled in me the need to give as well. She said I was the love of her life, and then when my sons, Aaron Seth and Luke were born, she found room in her huge heart to make them the loves of her life as well.

She loved music, sewing, and reading every book she could get her hands on. Her quick wit and storytelling ability were a source of constant entertainment for every person who had the honor of knowing her. She took great pride in teaching Sunday school at our church for twenty-plus years. She didn’t brag but she was quite the writer as well. The last written work of my Mother. She was awake at two in the morning on July 20, 2011, unable to get up on her own. She called me into her room and ask me to crawl onto her big, comfy bed beside her. She told me she wanted me next to her as I read her finished product. It was much like the days of my childhood when I found safety and security, nestled next to Mama, reading to each other. The words below gave me chills, in my heart, I truly believe she knew her last days were upon her. I wept as I saw her handwriting had become shaky, but her grammar and punctuation were still very much intact. Our eyes met as they had so many times, and she managed to whisper, you will need this baby.I escaped to her room minutes after she was gone, and there at her beside was her well-kept notebook, pencil in the binding, and this poem there for me to see and read on my own this time. Thank you, Mama, for leaving me with such a beautiful way to see death and the legacy you left for Seth, Luke, and myself.

I want to tell you that my husband, George Wilson, was a wonderful photographer. He had an “eye for it”. I hope his eyes can help in some way for others to see the beauty of the world as he did.

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My name is Demetria Jackson. I am the daughter of Tyese Jackson Miller. I wanted to just share a little about my mother. My mom was SC State Mentor for more than 20 years, she was also an arbitrator for the state of South Carolina. She was also a chaplain and volunteered at DDJ for years. She worked with children at all stages in their life rather they were considered hopeless. She never believed in bad kids, just bad choices. My mom had three kids My brother Billy Demacrius Jackson he lived to be 19 years old before his life was cut short do to gun violence. This only made my mom’s passion for her community grow and made her more dedicated to reach more youth. There is my brother Edward Jackson and myself. She was an amazing grandmother or nana as they loved her, Mickey Jackson, Dashawn Brown, Diamond Brown ,Edward Jackson Jr , Saperia Jackson and the youngest who was 4 years old at her passing Elijah Jackson. She was a Christian an Evangelist she loved God ,her family and her community. I could say so much about the woman she was and the legacy she left behind. As her only daughter I desire to simply live on and support the legacy . She was a wife, a devoted sister and honorable loving friend. Read More

My Dad was an adventurer! He loved long walks by the ocean and building sandcastles, but his heart was in the mountains. Camping, hiking, canoeing and fly fishing were a few of his favorites. He also enjoyed experimenting with recipes and cooking for the family. Thanksgiving was always his favorite holiday. He loved to explore new places in his jeep, always looking for God’s natural beauty. His six grandchildren were his pride and joy! My hope is that someone else is able to see the beauty in this world just as my Dad did. 

He was the most selfless person I knew. He would always lend a helping hand and be there for anyone that needed him. He opened his doors to friends and family that needed a place to stay and would give a stranger the shirt off his back. He always wanted to be an organ donor. Although our hearts are broken; my family and I are extremely thankful to Miracles in Sight! Thank you for giving him the opportunity to donate his corneas and help another person in need. 

I would like to share a few things about Etta, first I will say we always called her Beth. She told me when she was a little girl that she thought Etta was a old person name so she wanted to be called Beth. We all found that hilarious, she always had a sense of humor and she was a very loved woman. She always put others first and she loved her two children more than anything.

Beth loved to fish she enjoyed being outside working in the yard. She loved flowers, butterflies and hummingbirds and of course cardinals! She loved working in a garden and cooking. She enjoyed cooking special dishes for holidays and my favorite was her sweet potato casserole! She enjoyed family get togethers. She always made you feel special on your birthday. She always made a big deal of it because she wanted you to know how much she loved you!

She was proud to be a donor, and I am proud of her for that I am happy she continues to help others.

Francisco “Paco” Rodriguez was a special man to everyone he encountered. Exemplifying what it meant to live life to the fullest, he loved everyone with abundance and always treated everyone with respect.

Paco lived a full life. Born-and-raised in a small town of Mezquital in Mexico, he was a true cowboy at heart. When my parents decided they wanted to start their lives in the United States, my dad never let his language barrier dismay him from the pursuit of his “American Dream”.

With his grit and determination he became a U.S. Citizen, put all three of his children through college, successfully started and operated his own small business, and even started his life-long dream of building his “retirement” home in his hometown of Mezquital.

Throughout his 58 years of life, he was able to see many parts of the world with his business. Owning and operating a dental lab that fabricated dental prosthesis, my dad held a certain passion for seeing others smile with confidence. A particular aspect of his life that was dear to him was joining mission trips across different continents and providing dental care to the underserved. It brought him such joy and I can honestly say, I never saw his eyes sparkle in quite the same way as when he was able to give someone else a new smile.

All in all though, despite a plethora of options, I think he considered his greatest accomplishment as being adored and cherished by his wife, two daughters, and son.

Holding the honor of being his eldest daughter, I never pass a chance to sing his praises. Beyond his genuine joy for life, my dad loved deeply and earnestly, listened attentively, and always gave more than he received. Thus, as sorrowful as his untimely passing was, my dad being an organ, tissue and eye donor was never a shock. During our time of great grief, it gave our family such pride to know that even in his absence, he was still able to share apart of himself with others in need.

As much good as he did during his life, he continues do good even beyond. My family and I are so thankful to Miracles In Sight in helping my dad fulfill another one of his dreams. To the recipients of his corneas, I hope you see the world as my dad saw it- full of love, color and hope.

-Anna Rodriguez Carter, Daughter of donor Francisco J. Rodriguez