Last weekend was MLK holiday and how happy I was to have all of my family with me.   We were altogether, the house was full of life - Rich had Divina with him;  Jamie and James were with Antz and Ochoa and a couple of his friends came over.  We laughed, watched a movie together.  The next day we were deciding what we would all do before the boys had to head back to Austin.

While Rich and Divina left to have Divina's nails done, Antz and Jamie went to pick up James.  Eventually we were all ready to go play basketball...but Antz hadn't come back with James, instead we all met up at Seabrook basketball courts.  It was so much fun, Jamie was a little fireball, the smallest and lightest person on the court, she was fearless.  Reminded me of myself when I was that age.  She didn't care how big anyone was, she was taking them on.

Although our team lost: Antz, Jamie, James and I; the teams changed with Bob and I resting out and Jamie moving over to Rich and Ochoa's team.   This new team won...

It had turned bitterly cold and began to rain. I remember having several layers on as well as Antz' leather jacket.  We returned home and warmed ourselves up while watching Eastern Promise on dvd.  Jamie and Antz were curled up on the loveseat and Bob and I were stretched out on the 3 seater.  When the others finally arrived (they had taken Johnny home - he was feeling sick and picked up Marley) we were comfortable watching the movie and didn't want to venture out to the movies, so Rich and Divina left with Ochoa after they had eaten out and come back for them.

This past week had been so cold, and there was no Grad School for me just semester finals for school - a very easy week.   I fell asleep early Friday night and woke up after a disturbing dream.   In it, I saw my best friend (Martha) die in a car accident.  It was the early hours of Saturday morning, I couldn't go back to sleep again so I decided to be productive and began sorting out things and organizing the townhouse better.

I put it out of my mind till the afternoon when I told Bob about my dream and he suggested I call Martha, and I said "no", I've heard nothing so it's not that.

This morning (being Sunday) I have been out of sorts, had planned to do a lot of things today and found myself just lingering at home.  Then the phone rang and it was Antz, he asked me to put the phone on speakerphone so Bob could hear, but Bob's not here this weekend.  Then he asked me where I was, and I told him I was at home alone.  That's when he told me Jamie had an accident on her way coming back from Galveston Friday night (early hours Saturday morning)...he was telling me she hydroplaned, she hit the wall and I already knew...SHE'S DEAD, she didn't make it she was going 80mph.   I just wept.  I felt so bad for my son.  This was the girl who was graduating from college this semester, she had dreams, she wanted to live with my son in Austin.  They weren't officially anything to each other, though she was the last person he dated before he left for college last Fall.  And I knew how she felt about Antz.  We'd all had such fun together last weekend and now she's gone.

Life is so fragile.  I will remember Jamie's zest for life, her can do attitude and how much she loved my son.  Bob's gone to be with the boys this afternoon.   Well they are young men, but they're always my boys.

Sometime this week the funeral will be held here, it will be strange coming together, something I usually relish, but this will be with great sadness at the passing of such a young, vibrant and fun loving person.

We love you Jamie.  They say the good die young, and you exemplified "good" and brought some joy to Antz when his life was in turmoil transitioning through high school to college.

XOXOXOXO To you in heaven