And so it has come to pass. How do you recall a life well lived? A man who loved his family above all. A man who took pride in his trade. A lover of good times and stories to tell. Can I remember a gentle whisper in the ear or the smell of his body when he held me years ago? How do I recall the way he looked in his prime? I'm trying but it is hard. I will never hear his voice or see his face or hold his hand again. Or will I? He is gone without me ever saying "I love you". He knew, I know. But just to make sure. I love you Jimmy.
