It seems that when it rains it pours in life. Just when you think that things are bad, they get worse. I got a call at work today and it was my husband telling me that his grandmother had passed away. This horrible loss is not fully understood unless you knew the relationship these two had. Jamie's grandmother was in every way shape and form, except for biological, a mother to him. She raised him, fed him, taught him how to tie his shoes, started him off in school, bought him his first car, and encouraged him throughout his childhood. A constant pillar of strength for him, she held his family together. This woman survived through losing her first husband to World War II and then as a single mother she worked for the railroad providing for her son, until she met Jamie's grandfather, from whom he's named, James Alston Pepper. They were wed after the war and they had one son, Jamie's father, and then when Jamie was born she raised him as well. Always full of life and energy she brought an element to the family, which is still felt today. Her great life I will always respect and honor for she is greatly responsible for the man my husband is today. I know if she could see him now she would be so proud to say "that's my baby, my grandson".
Somehow I hope to learn from these life lessons that I go through each day to appreciate and love those around me. We are not promised tomorrow and it's so vital to let people know that you care.
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