Your Great Grandfather

Aubrey,

We received some sad news late last week.  Your Great Grandfather, Papa Jay, is very sick.  He has a brain tumor and was given a short amount of time that he will still be with us.  As I digest this news and cry for the man that took care of me when I was sick, went on my class field trips with me, video taped all the big moments in my life and generally spoiled me rotten.  I also cry for you.  I can not describe how sad I am that you may never meet this wonderful man.  He will never watch you ride the rides in Rehoboth, video tape your Christmas concerts and birthday fashion shows, or just hold your hand as you go for a walk.

Papa Jay has influenced so many people who will be in your life that I know you will still "know" him even if you never get to meet him.  The hugs when you walk in the door, the smiles and laughter as we retell stories over and over, the big family get togethers, the desire to look at the dessert menu first so you know how much room you need to save, the hidden stash of peanut m&m's where there will always be a dr. pepper and the two handed waves from the end of the driveway until you can't see them anymore in the mirror are all things that Papa Jay has instilled in our family.

The last time I went to see Papa Jay, before we knew his diagnosis, he asked about you.  How you were doing and how I was feeling.  He loves you just like he loves every one of us and I know that he always will.  I hope that you do get to meet him.  That I can get a picture of him holding you or sitting with you.  But if I can't I want you to know how much you are loved and I want him to know that it's ok.  I know he will watch over you and all of us.

I love you baby girl. I love you Papa Jay.

Love,
Mommy