Jesse Newby

I always knew when we danced on the kitchen floor to Elvis that I was a terrible dancer, even though you would say I was a natural. It didn’t mater what I did. As uncoordinated as I was. You would always look at me like I was a professional, and keep me trying. You would tell me that we were the night hawks of the family. We’d stay up late, and wake up early on those weekend mornings. Go to the huddle house and have 2 coffees and go to work, and I was going to be Grams helper. I loved every stumbled dance move, Every late night watching survivor, and every chance I could hear you call me - “your helper”.