My friend, Jim, passed away after battling cancer. He passed away about two weeks ago, and I found it takes about two weeks for things to really hit me. I’ve dealt with the death of family and friends since I was quite young, so it’s something I’ve become accustomed to. We all die. It’s a sobering thought. Everyone goes out the same way, and, regardless of your belief system or lack thereof, it’s not a fun thing.
Jim and I worked together about ten years ago. When I met him, he was boastfully one of the big hard asses I ever met. He was also one of the nicest guys you’ll get to know once get to know him. He told me I reminded him of one of his daughters, and he was one of those good eggs. He was funny and sassy, and he’d always have your back.
Thanks for being my friend, Jim. I just wish I had a chance to say goodbye to you.