May 29, 2006 14:42
Tomorrow would have been my brother Jim's 34th birthday. I lost him two years ago
on St. Patrick's Day, a fact he would have adored.
Jim had muscular dystrophy and lived twice as long as doctors thought he would, but
still even though I was blessed to have him as long as I did, and mostly in good health,
I miss him so much.
I've been blessed with his friends, who have stayed close. To know Jim is to have laughed your head off. Our mother used to say it was like raising me twice, we were so alike.
During one of his last illnesses, he was on a respirator and lots of morphine. He would look at me, put his hands out and imitate the Billy Crudup scene in Almost Famous, lipping, I'm on drugs!!!
He was so many things. An extremely gifted poet, whose home page is still up on AOL,
a guitarist, who learned when he was so weak, he couldn't lift a glass and funny. Very,
very funny.
I once asked him if he felt angry. He answered: Hey, it is what it is. I don't have time to think about that shit.
So, if you're hanging around, Seamus, I love you, I miss you and I'll make sure and have one of the cocktails you made up tomorrow.