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R.I.P. James White (Jimbo, Big Jim, Slim Jim)
A decade or so ago, I typed a post about myself going to baseball game with a couple of friends, Mike, Kim, and Jim... and well, Jim's gone. Thanks to Alco-holy-water.
I used to work with him at Ferndale Labs from 2003-05. We had so much fun at the packaging lines singing gospel songs, and tv theme songs..and then the both of us got promoted to other departments, but we still kept in touch. ... we still had to exchange documents and stuff.. and.. ah fuck, I guess I didn't really spend much time with him... My brother did however. Jim, Mike, and Benson were renting a place somewhere in Warren.."livin the craaaayz life and shit." That lasted for about 4 months. Then they had to kick Jim out because his drinking became intolerable.
He had a problem that not a lot of people knew about. He joined AA and other programs, but just couldn't complete the steps... He put up an awesome face though.. one could say he was jollier than Saint ta...when he was big, I mean. Then he became "skinny" after his gastric bypass surgery. I remember him telling me that he had a drinking problem, but that he was taking care of it.. so I didn't make a deal of it. Everyone gets addicted to one thing or another.. and then they get over it. Just not in Jim's case..
He got fired from Ferndale about 3 months ago (for unknown reasons), and it was after that, that he got booted from the house. He was with some lady during his last few days.. and he somehow ended up in a motel up in Ypsilanti by himself. The landlord hadn't seen him for 3 days, and decided to check out the room. He was passed out on the couch with a huge cut on his leg. EMS came and he was at the hospital by 11am. They asked him his name, and he sorta came around and said "James White.."... and at 11:20am.. he was gone.
He was the only guy in the world who'd address me as "Miss Betsy". So proper, so respectful. He used to be in the Marines.. a tough nut indeed.
Ah,
Why do good people have to do stupid things? Stupidity can be controlled. I miss him. I couldn't help him. No one could help him, except himself.
I went for the visitation after work with Christina, Michelle and Jessica. His 2nd wife chose closed casket ..of course, a sigh of relief escaped all of us.. but we still wanted to see him. We just didn't feel the closure. But we didn't ask. That would've been pretty stupid of us. But anyway, while we were standing, looking at pictures, I saw a girl walk in through the entrance and run upstairs. .. She looked exactly like Jodi, a girl who works at Caraco in the QC lab. .. I was like, "hey Chris, did you see that girl?" "No.." "Dude, I could've sworn that was Jodi.. black-eyed-lab-girl".. she was like, "There's no way".. (that's the other thing, I've been seeing this girl at random places at random times.. almost like she's stalking me).. "..she's everywhere!"
So feeling a tad paranoid, I decide the next day to make it my first order of business to ask her whether she was at a funeral home in Ferndale. ... and she said she was! She said her boyfriend lived upstairs.. and she helped out whenever on call. ... THEY ELBALMED JIM. She was tellin me about him, and OTHER cases... i.e. the little 11 year old boy who died at Kensington park... sand dunes caved in on him... and the 18 year old whose legs got run over by a train... all in the same week. No wonder she looks so effin depressed every morning.
Anyway, in short, it's a real small world...so you gotta create and cherish good times with everyone you meet.
A decade or so ago, I typed a post about myself going to baseball game with a couple of friends, Mike, Kim, and Jim... and well, Jim's gone. Thanks to Alco-holy-water.
I used to work with him at Ferndale Labs from 2003-05. We had so much fun at the packaging lines singing gospel songs, and tv theme songs..and then the both of us got promoted to other departments, but we still kept in touch. ... we still had to exchange documents and stuff.. and.. ah fuck, I guess I didn't really spend much time with him... My brother did however. Jim, Mike, and Benson were renting a place somewhere in Warren.."livin the craaaayz life and shit." That lasted for about 4 months. Then they had to kick Jim out because his drinking became intolerable.
He had a problem that not a lot of people knew about. He joined AA and other programs, but just couldn't complete the steps... He put up an awesome face though.. one could say he was jollier than Saint ta...when he was big, I mean. Then he became "skinny" after his gastric bypass surgery. I remember him telling me that he had a drinking problem, but that he was taking care of it.. so I didn't make a deal of it. Everyone gets addicted to one thing or another.. and then they get over it. Just not in Jim's case..
He got fired from Ferndale about 3 months ago (for unknown reasons), and it was after that, that he got booted from the house. He was with some lady during his last few days.. and he somehow ended up in a motel up in Ypsilanti by himself. The landlord hadn't seen him for 3 days, and decided to check out the room. He was passed out on the couch with a huge cut on his leg. EMS came and he was at the hospital by 11am. They asked him his name, and he sorta came around and said "James White.."... and at 11:20am.. he was gone.
He was the only guy in the world who'd address me as "Miss Betsy". So proper, so respectful. He used to be in the Marines.. a tough nut indeed.
Ah,
Why do good people have to do stupid things? Stupidity can be controlled. I miss him. I couldn't help him. No one could help him, except himself.
I went for the visitation after work with Christina, Michelle and Jessica. His 2nd wife chose closed casket ..of course, a sigh of relief escaped all of us.. but we still wanted to see him. We just didn't feel the closure. But we didn't ask. That would've been pretty stupid of us. But anyway, while we were standing, looking at pictures, I saw a girl walk in through the entrance and run upstairs. .. She looked exactly like Jodi, a girl who works at Caraco in the QC lab. .. I was like, "hey Chris, did you see that girl?" "No.." "Dude, I could've sworn that was Jodi.. black-eyed-lab-girl".. she was like, "There's no way".. (that's the other thing, I've been seeing this girl at random places at random times.. almost like she's stalking me).. "..she's everywhere!"
So feeling a tad paranoid, I decide the next day to make it my first order of business to ask her whether she was at a funeral home in Ferndale. ... and she said she was! She said her boyfriend lived upstairs.. and she helped out whenever on call. ... THEY ELBALMED JIM. She was tellin me about him, and OTHER cases... i.e. the little 11 year old boy who died at Kensington park... sand dunes caved in on him... and the 18 year old whose legs got run over by a train... all in the same week. No wonder she looks so effin depressed every morning.
Anyway, in short, it's a real small world...so you gotta create and cherish good times with everyone you meet.