Jamie Sue Anderson

Jamie Sue Anderson was born on June 2nd, 1983, at Longmont United Hospital. She was a bright, inquisitive, and sweet baby from the very beginning. These were not just traits of her childhood but enduring qualities that defined her life and the way she loved others. Jamie had an endearing way about her, along with a strong sense of curiosity and a deep love for people, animals and the world around her.

She grew up in the countryside, surrounded by animals and hay fields. Just down the road lived her beloved grandparents, Grandma Gerry and Gramps. Their farm became a second home to Jamie, and it was there that many of her earliest and most cherished memories were made. When she was just 4 years old, Gramps gave her her very own four-wheeler, lovingly nicknamed "Little Blue". That marked the beginning of many happy days riding together along Left Hand Creek, which bordered the family farm. By age five, Jamie was already proving herself to be a hard and reliable worker. She would ride Little Blue up and down the rows of baled hay, making sure each bale was lined up perfectly for the stack wagon to pick up. Gramps always said she was the best help he ever had-- and he meant it. Jamie didn't miss a single bale.

As Jamie grew, so did her longing for a sibling. Around the age of four, she began hinting to her parents that she'd very much like a sister. By age seven, her request had grown more urgent and she'd adjusted expectations saying "even a brother would do". When she was 8, her brother Scott was born. Jamie's heart opened wide to welcome him in. From the moment he came home from the hospital, she insisted he sleep in her room. Even when they moved to a new house with separate bedrooms, Scott would climb out of his crib at night and curl up on the floor next to his sister's bed. Jamie loved her brother deeply, and even though there was an 8 year age difference, did everything she could to make sure their bond stayed strong, even as they grew into adulthood.

Jamie also discovered a love for music early on. She started piano lessons at age seven, which made her dad happy -- he was an accomplished pianist himself and had noticed her long fingers when she was born. But Jamie's musical path took its own direction. She moved from piano to clarinet in middle school. In high school, she joined the marching band, concert band, and learned how to play the trumpet so she could join the jazz band. She also learned to play the saxophone and sang in choir. She loved music and it brought her joy and community. Some of Jamie's best, most loyal and dear, lifetime friendships were formed as a result of shared commitment and passion for music.

Late in high school, Jamie discovered something that lit a new fire in her spirit. She became captivated by the idea of flying. Shortly after high school, she began taking flight lessons, and before her 19th birthday, she invited her parents to watch her first solo flight. Her mother watched with a thrilling combination of pride and panic. Her dad, meanwhile, bravely hid behind the hanger with his eyes closed. Jamie earned her private pilot's license at 19, later adding an instrument rating and accumulating hours toward a commercial license. She pursued studies in Aviation Science with a minor in Accounting at Metropolitan State University of Denver. She was smart, driven and always ready for a challenge.

Jamie wasn't one to just sit behind a desk--unless it meant helping others. She worked at Rocky Mountain Metropolitan Airport, doing everything from coordinating charter flights to helping with runway maintenance. She learned to operate a huge snowplow and snowplowed airport runways, sometimes in the middle of the night, during Colorado blizzards. Her career led her to serve as a flight operations and business coordinator for Flight For Life Colorado, a communications specialist for AirLife-Denver, and later for UCHealth LifeLine. Jamie found meaning in supporting others, especially in high-stakes, life-saving environments. She was a calm, reliable presence in high-stress situations. It was another expression of her constant desire to help others.

Jamie loved people. She loved deeply and genuinely, and she loved with action. She was always looking out for others--family, friends, coworkers, even strangers. She was adventurous, always eager to try new things, to see new places, to make new memories. Jamie often referred to herself as "a collector of experiences and not things". She loved to travel as often as possible with family and friends. Jamie's much loved cousin Jen shared a story about a cruise they took to the Bahamas. Jamie wanted to go snorkeling, and swim with the dolphins. Jen wasn't so sure about it, but Jamie took her hand and led her into the water -- and didn't let go the entire time. Jen said it was a great experience. It was also an example of what defined Jamie, always encouraging and never far from someone who needed her.

Jamie also had a profound love for animals--especially dogs. They were her constant companions, treated with care, respect and deep affection. Each one was part of her family, and she nurtured them with a kindness that reflected her own spirit.

Jamie had a big heart. She was the kind of person who gave a lot of herself, often more than she had to spare. She was loyal, kind, and always thinking about how she could help.She loved her people. She gave her all. She made us laugh, supported us when we needed it and reminded us what it means to care deeply.

Near the end of her life, Jamie was on a personal journey of faith. She was seeking a closer relationship with God. Her last discernible words were a profound gift and a testimony of her belief. Near the end, Jamie said "Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. I believe". Those words will forever remain a miracle and a great comfort to those who love her.

A celebration of life will be held September 13th, at 10:30 am at Ascent Community Church, 550 McCaslin Blvd Unit A, Louisville, CO 80027.

In lieu of flowers, the family kindly requests donations be made in Jamie's honor to Ascent Community Church @ https://www.ascentcc.org