FICTION
I am setting here trying to think of what to say... I will start with the obvious. It had been a year since the passing of Jimmy, I have read, watched, and listened to many songs, poems, videos, story's, or just people talking/writing their thoughts and feelings about his death and life. Some were so crushing and all were beautiful and I feel that I really do not posses the skill to even try and write something that would do him justice. I never got the opportunity to know him personally or even meet Jimmy but I like so many others got to share in the music. The music really did create a special bond between the fans and all of the guys. I have no way to explain the affect that Jimmy had on me and thousands of others through his music, through his personality. He had an amazing gift that left us all stunned, and I don't think we truly appreciated it while he was alive, like most things we took it for granted. When I found out about his death I didn't cry which makes me feel like a horrible fan. I didn't cry that night, that week, even that month. It took a good long time for it to sink in, yes I have cried now plenty of times. I don't cry anymore though because I can not change what is done. I just can not picture Jimmy setting in the afterlife happy with us doing nothing but morning his death so sullenly, so full of tears. He was an exuberant, energetic man whose shone brightly into other peoples lives. I think that he would want us to party it up, smile, joke, laugh like he was always doing and making others do. Remember his light, he might be gone but the gifts he left behind our not. His light his still burning brightly, grab hold of it and run with it.