Jamie Dunn

My name is Kim Motes. Thursday February 28, 2007 started out like any other day. I went to work. The kids went to school. They came home from school, and were doing "kids stuff." Jamie had called me and asked if he could ride the 4 wheeler over to a friend's house, I told him "no," we said our goodbyes and our love you's (which we always did, no matter what!), and hung up the phone.

I never imagined that would be the last conversation I would ever have with my son.

He decided to go anyway, he told his brother he would be back in a few minutes, and then he was gone. Next thing I know, I am receiving a phone call from a friend who had driven upon an accident, in which a young teen had been struck by a car... it was my son! And I couldn't get there fast enough. He was in critical condition. He was taken by helicopter to the nearest trauma center. He had extensive internal injuries, and injuries to his brain.

We prayed all night long for a miracle. I never left his side. Even at 2:00 in the morning I was sitting next to him with my head lying on his chest. I could hear him breathing, and I could hear his heart beating, but it wasn't him doing it; it was the machines.

The following morning at 10:40 he was pronounced dead. Our lives were shattered in a million pieces, and we are still trying to find those pieces today.

Jamie was a great kid. He was always doing something to make you laugh, and he loved to play the guitar. He could sing really well too. He is missed greatly by his family, especially Jonathan, Trey and Shelby. He was "big Bubba," and their eyes sparkled whenever they looked at him, He has so many friends, he is missed by so, so many. We donated Jamie's organs and 3 lives were saved because of him.

Jamie taught me one thing and that is to live each day to the fullest, and to love with all your heart. I hope you are catching some big fish up there in Heaven, and I can't wait till I can see that big ole country boy grin of yours. I love you so much, baby boy! Love, MOM

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