remembering
Like many friends of mine, I have been quite somber lately. It took a while for the fact of Jim's death to sink in, Randy called me the day it happened and I just kind of stared at my phone for a while afterward. I guess it all came out as soon as I saw Gracie and she hugged me and told me how wonderful it was that I was there, then proceeded to tell a funny story about someone wanting to put a rosary in Jim's hands and how if they did, he's sit up and throw it out himself. It made me smile a bit, cause I was thinking something like that.
I don't really know how to handle people passing away very well. Which seems kind of strange, since it has been happening so much. But the more people that die, the less I know what to do with myself.
Jim was a sweet, caring, and wonderful man. He took care of people. He was a good man. And now he's gone.
And now I'm crying in the computer room at the library.
I guess I will never get use to good people leaving my life or anyone else's. Wherever you are, dear Jim, I have a hug and kiss I owe you...
I don't really know how to handle people passing away very well. Which seems kind of strange, since it has been happening so much. But the more people that die, the less I know what to do with myself.
Jim was a sweet, caring, and wonderful man. He took care of people. He was a good man. And now he's gone.
And now I'm crying in the computer room at the library.
I guess I will never get use to good people leaving my life or anyone else's. Wherever you are, dear Jim, I have a hug and kiss I owe you...