Remembering Aunt Jennie Ogden

I wasn’t able to attend my Aunt Jennie’s funeral this week. But she was in my heart and mind all day Monday. She passed away last Wednesday after fighting cancer for almost 3 years.

I am so glad I took the time to get to know her before she passed away. She lived only 1 hour away from me my whole life almost and I didn’t even know what I was missing. Out of all my great aunts, she is the most like my grandmother Wampler. She was fun, energetic, loved to laugh. She had beautiful blond-red hair. She was warm, caring and very thoughtful.

She had the most faith of any person I have ever known. She was very spiritual and even though she was so fragile and in pain, even at the end, she cheered everyone that knew her.

One day when Grandma Wampler and I went to visit her before I moved to Tacoma Washington Jennie asked me where I thought Lou (my great Aunt Eve’s husband) went after he died. He was Catholic and that seemed to worry her. I bore my testimony to her on God’s merciful plan on salvation. I told her that Lou went back to that God who gave him life, just like we all do. That God loves ALL his children the same and even after death, He will still give them the opportunity to know Him and accept His gospel plan. She said that gave her peace. That was the last conversation we had.

I heard this song yesterday by Carrie Underwood and it reminded me of you Jennie. God Bless you. I’ll know I’ll see you again someday.

“This is My Temporary Home”

(Lyrics Below)

Little Boy, 6 Years Old
A Little Too Used To Bein' Alone.
Another New Mom And Dad,another School,
Another House That'll Never Be Home.
When People Ask Him How He Likes This Place...
He Looks Up And Says, With A Smile Upon His Face,

"This Is My Temporary Home
It's Not Where I Belong.
Windows And Rooms That I'm Passin' Through.
This Is Just A Stop, On The Way To Where I'm Going.
I'm Not Afraid Because I Know This Is My
Temporary Home."

Young Mom On Her Own.
She Needs A Little Help, Got Nowhere To Go.
She's Lookin' For A Job, Lookin' For A Way Out,
Because A Half-way House Will Never Be A Home.
At Night She Whispers To Her Baby Girl,
"Someday We'll Find Our Place Here In This World."

"This Is Our Temporary Home.
It's Not Where We Belong.
Windows And Rooms That We're Passin' Through.
This Is Just A Stop, On The Way To Where We're Going.
I'm Not Afraid Because I Know This Is Our
Temporary Home."

Old Man, Hospital Bed,
The Room Is Filled With People He Loves.
And He Whispers Don't Cry For Me,
I'll See You All Someday.
He Looks Up And Says, "I Can See God's Face."

"This Is My Temporary Home
It's Not Where I Belong.
Windows And Rooms That I'm Passin' Through.
This Was Just A Stop,on The Way To Where I'm Going.
I'm Not Afraid Because I Know... This Was
My Temporary Home."