Sadly, Our Keeper Of The Family History Has Become Part Of It

Sadly, Our Keeper Of The Family History Has Become Part Of It

Jaimee Hedlund

January 11, 1957 – August 6, 2019

(Granddaughter of Glenn Knight)

Few families can claim to be so richly blessed by having someone that takes it upon themselves to carefully research and record the family history so that those that come after will be able to find a sense of who they are and where they are from. Our family was generously blessed in just such a way with Jaimee Hedlund.

Jaimee Hedlund
Jaimee Hedlund

Jaimee spent much of her life, thousands and thousands of hours, undertaking the tireless and difficult work of searching, contacting, documenting, and integrating the vast amounts of data involved in our family history. She assembled family trees for not only the Knight family but other families as well. Collecting and collating photos and documents so that they might be preserved and catalogued for future generations to come. This was grueling work for which she expected and received nothing other than the simple satisfaction of having done something for her family that would be treasured for longer than the brief time we each live.

Her own life presented unique and painful challenges with serious health issues that made the work even more difficult. But she soldiered on, knowing it was a tradition of the family, and her accomplishments are truly wonderful and they will continue to serve the many generations to come. She, for all of us, has connected yesterday to tomorrow and in the Chinese culture that is considered one of life’s most important tasks and accomplishments.

Were it not for Jaimee this website would not exist at all. There would simply be no information to post nor anyone inspired to do it, but Jaimee made it possible, and along the way inspired others so that we now have a truly remarkable treasure of family history.

 

Jaimee was irreplaceable and we are less without her, she will be sadly missed. Here is one of her favorite poems;

DEAR ANCESTOR

YOUR TOMBSTONE STANDS AMONG THE REST

NEGLECTED AND ALONE

THE NAME AND DATE HAVE WORN OFF

THE WEATHERED MARBLE STONE

IT REACHES OUT TO ALL WHO CARE..

IT’S NOW TOO LATE TO MOURN

YOU DID NOT KNOW THAT I’D EXIST

YOU DIED….AND I WAS BORN

YET EACH OF US ARE CELLS OF YOU

IN FLESH, IN BLOOD, IN BONE.

OUR HEARTS CONTRACT AND BEAT A PULSE

ENTIRELY NOT OUR OWN

DEAR ANCESTOR, THE PLACE YOU FILLED

SOME HUNDRED YEARS AGO

SPREADS OUT AMONG THE ONES YOU LEFT

WHO WOULD HAVE LOVED YOU SO

I WONDER HOW YOU LIVED AND LOVED.

I WONDER IF YOU KNEW

THAT SOMEDAY I WOULD FIND THIS PLACE

AND COME TO VISIT YOU

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