There are certain things about living in a small town that aren’t a whole lot of fun. We don’t have an abundance of fancy restaurants. We don’t have many opportunities for shopping. There aren’t a lot of plays, sporting events, or cultural activities like those you would find in larger cities.
But, there is one thing that a small town has, that no big city could ever compete with. The people.
I’ve lived in this small town for most of my life. I’ve complained about it for almost as long. But the past few days have reminded me why I will always call this little corner of the world ‘home.’
On Sunday afternoon, my small community was rocked by tragedy. We lost an amazing man. He was also a native son, someone who has lived here for most of his life. He served this community in many ways: as a deputy sheriff, firefighter and EMT, ultimately giving his life to protect it.
I knew Jamison for almost 20 years. I would say the same things about him that everyone else is saying. He was a great man. He was quick with a smile or a joke. He served selflessly. He loved his family. These are the things we are hearing from everyone. Jamison was loved by this town. He is going to be missed beyond what any words can describe. Everyone who knew him is better because they crossed paths with him.
In dealing with this horrible tragedy, my small, little town has banded together fiercely. People are comforting each other. They are sharing stories of why they loved Jamison. Even though we are all hurting, everyone is coming together to get through this. The pain we are feeling right now is intense. It is going to take a while, but this small town is resilient. And we support each other. And somehow, we will get through this.