As any mother would say, he was the best and cutest baby....well, he actually was. He was adored by Julie and a bright and shining star to his father and me.
Last year at this time Julie and I were in Las Vegas scattering the ashes of that young man born 29 years ago at 6:53 a.m. in Lansing, Michigan. So hard to believe. This year with the snow falling around me (much to Jim's joy), I plan to visit the cemetary where I will find his name engraved on the stone that also bears the name of my father who died at age 40.
Two precious men, gone too soon. Jim, I sure do miss you, today and always.
Love, Jim's MOM