To that end, I dreamt about Jimmy last night. Back when we were kids in Mayfield, on Heritage Drive. Where the hell did that come from? It’s almost as if after 17 years I’m given the keenest reminders that he’s never not around. Somehow, somewhere.
I miss deeply what we don’t have - time with him now as our lives have moved, shifted, changed. Through those transitions one thing would be constant - the force of his presence and all that entails.
Jimmy’s been gone half as long as he lived. That seems impossible and yet there it is.
So if you knew him, take a minute and remember Jimmy. As you do, look for him in your day. He’s around.