Hey, man...
It's sad for me that my friend Jim is gone. You don't really realize how close you get to people, until they're not there anymore. Yesterday, I heard a good deal about my buddy Jim at his memorial service. And fortunately, Jim had good friends as well that he confided in about some of the people in his life. Jim was my coffee drinking buddy. At just the right time, Jim would call me and invite me to coffee or over to his house for a cup of coffee. He was always good for a story, a laugh, some advice when he thought I needed it, and helped me diagnose the truck issue I had last summer. Jim had just about every tool you can think of and was always kind enough to loan them to me when I needed one he had and I couldn't afford. I'm not sad for Jim though. I know (and this is the first time I can say I fully understand that statement) that Big Jim is at home with Jesus. He's not experiencing the physical suffering that kept him sidelined for...