I talked to Jim a week ago. He said he'd been really sick but was recovering.
Mostly he was wanting to end his year long feud with Jami. I got the message to her right away and she was trying to contact him but sadly they didn't get a chance to talk before he was gone.
Gone. Dead. Passed on. All so final.
I was in a panic for hours trying to get Jami home, with me, before she found out but it was on Facebook and Lindsey told her right after I talked to her asking her to please come home.
It was still ok, Jami still came here.
Then my own grief hit me.
Jim could be such an ass hole. Yet he was and wanted to be so much more. The wanting to be, that's what endeared him to people.
Michael took it really hard. I had a hard time telling him.
I feel the difference in this world without him. In my world without him.
He was someone who Believed in me. Maybe one of the last.
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