One More Day
21/02/15 07:11
If we could only have Jim back for one more day. We’d remind him how much we laughed, loved, and lived as only our family could. It was not always easy and that made all of the special times in our lives that much more memorable. We would tell him that our lives as children would have been less complete without the love and affection he gave to those of us who returned his love in equal measures. He was the big brother that everyone looked up to and he was always there for each and every one of us. We would ask Jim how he managed to be so even keeled when the world around him often threatened to unravel even in childhood. He seemed to embrace those challenges often shrugging them off with a laugh and an easy going smile. He knew his responsibilities even as a young child and never shied away from them.
We followed in his footsteps taking the easy path while he blazed trails in and around the neighborhoods of Glens Falls from Lincoln Avenue to Dixon Road. Jim made countless friends wherever he went. We might ask him how he managed to do that so easily but we already know the answer. Every friend was a brother and every brother was a friend to Jim. We all could have learned from him and perhaps we did more than we know. While we know all too well the places in our hearts where Jim now and forever resides we cannot fathom the pride his parents must have felt when it came to their son. We can only imagine. We might ask Jim to recount the special times with his dad when he visited he and his family in California; We might ask Jim to tell us again about his trips with his mom to Pa Burkes in Johnstown, NY, as a child; We might ask him to recount his times on Lake George with gramps and nana where the lake frequently offered refuge from the sweltering heat of the Falls in the dog days of August; We might ask him to tell us one more time about the time he had the job driving the truck through the foothills of Vermont; We might ask him how he took to wrestling when that was not otherwise in his nature; and we might ask him to give us one more hug before saying good bye.
If we could only have Jim back for one more day.
We followed in his footsteps taking the easy path while he blazed trails in and around the neighborhoods of Glens Falls from Lincoln Avenue to Dixon Road. Jim made countless friends wherever he went. We might ask him how he managed to do that so easily but we already know the answer. Every friend was a brother and every brother was a friend to Jim. We all could have learned from him and perhaps we did more than we know. While we know all too well the places in our hearts where Jim now and forever resides we cannot fathom the pride his parents must have felt when it came to their son. We can only imagine. We might ask Jim to recount the special times with his dad when he visited he and his family in California; We might ask Jim to tell us again about his trips with his mom to Pa Burkes in Johnstown, NY, as a child; We might ask him to recount his times on Lake George with gramps and nana where the lake frequently offered refuge from the sweltering heat of the Falls in the dog days of August; We might ask him to tell us one more time about the time he had the job driving the truck through the foothills of Vermont; We might ask him how he took to wrestling when that was not otherwise in his nature; and we might ask him to give us one more hug before saying good bye.
If we could only have Jim back for one more day.