For Jim

Oh, Jim,

When I close my eyes, I see your face,

I hear your voice, those words of wry wisdom and gentle humor.

For months I’ve known this day would come, still the news of your passing caught me off guard,

Hit me right in the heart.

Knocked me off my feet.

You were our leader. The one who made the exaggerated gesture—feet off the pegs, legs askew—while riding your motorcycle, making me laugh,

Even as I negotiated the curves on the Blue Ridge Parkway.

You never pushed me to ride over my head, simply let me ride my own pace.

Oh, how I’ll miss you.

Dear Jim,

I hope you’ll sing karaoke in heaven.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

26 thoughts on “For Jim”

      1. If heaven is where you’re happy, that’s what it would be for him. Jim’s parents died in a car accident when he was just a baby. He was raised by his grandparents. Didn’t have any memories of his mom and dad. I picture them waiting for him.

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