I simply love this picture. It shows my precious great-aunt Thelma (L) and my amazing grandmother, or Grans, as we call her on the right. But there is someone else in this picture that is so very important. My Uncle Jimmy. You see, this precious little boy passed away not too long after this picture was taken. Little Jimmy was the first child born to my dad's parents. Unfortunately, he had a heart problem they discovered at birth. The doctors told his parents that he wouldn't live to be a year old. Crushing news. With the famous family hard-headedness, my grandmother (and the rest of the family) set out to prove them wrong. They did so much for that little guy, worked so hard, loved him endlessly. Sadly though, he did pass away not long before his first birthday. My grandparents went on to have 2 more children, both healthy.
I'm now sharing the story of our "Little Jimmy" with you, because he's part of Caroline's family too. He's always been part of our family. We've spoken of him, shared his story, dreamed of what he would be like if he'd survived - the oldest child of the family. It's been over 50 years and he's still thought of. This warms my heart and gives me hope that maybe our Caroline will be talked about and thought of many years down the road.
My Grans was at the hospital when Caroline was born. I was so sad that she had to experience the loss of another baby in her life. But, she got to meet her great granddaughter, hold her, kiss her soft cheeks, and whisper loving words to her...priceless gifts. And a priceless gift that Grans continues to give me, is that she makes sure to mention how many great granddaughters she has...4. Not only the 3 living girls, but always including our sweet Caroline.