Tuesday, December 1, 2020
Our memories of people, places, things that happen in our lives; these often tend to look different viewed through the lens of time. Some memories, however, never change. They become an indelible, ineffable part of our own narrative. Jim was one of the nicest, kindest people I ever met. And perhaps the best thing I can say about this wonderful man is that he made me feel like I was family. And it always seemed so effortless and sincere. Just his own unpretentious "Aw, shucks" approach to life brought so many smiles to my face. Jim was smart, funny and easy to be around.
He welcomed me whenever I showed up at his home, usually unannounced, knocking on the door and anticipating his upbeat greeting and the way that he and Nancy would, without the slightest hesitation, invite me in for a sit-and-chat. I loved those visits, in their den by the fireplace, and I think I always stayed longer than I had intended. It felt good to be in their company. They made it so easy – and so much fun. Jim had a great laugh and he saw and appreciated the humor in life. I'll always treasure those memories.
My wife and I bought our first really good television set from Jim. It was a Sony Trinitron; and it lasted forever. And now, looking back on a life so well lived, by someone so well loved, it seems to me that Jim's warmth and sense of humor and generosity of spirit made me feel like his friendship was something that I would have forever. And I did. And I will.
Rest in peace, my friend. I will miss you.
