Marcia Cline Randolph
To my cousin, Jamie. wow! Its hard to believe that I am leaving a tribute to you. I guess I thought we would all live forever. I just wanted to say that I remember all the times we played at Mamaw and Papaws. Hide and seek or just chasing one another around the yard, all of us crazy kids. One very distinct memory I have stored in my mind is that you were definitly a hand full for your Mom. Just mischieviousness as a child, especially a boy would get into. I do remember a time that we had been out playing and we went back in the house. You were the last to go in the door and looked down to see a SNAKE crawling in the drain pipe under the steps.....I cant remember details because after that I was gone and hiding somewhere I am sure. I remember also when Aunt Ruth broke her ankle. I worked at North Jackson at the time. I just remember looking up and here you came carrying Aunt Ruth into the ER....I know that you are in a much better place than any of us can imagine...I will see you there one day. Wait on me and we can all catch up on our lives here on earth..... I know in our adult years that we didnt keep in contact or see one another much, but you were off persuing your dream in the Military and I was just still here in Stevenson, growing up! I love ya cuz!!!