Ann, your posts often give me something to think about and even better, give me something to write about. Today it is about Jim. He left us three years ago. Way too young, 49 years here. Here is my chance to say good bye and pay him my modest tribute.
I met him because we had daughters the same age and they played basketball and softball. Jim was the basketball coach and I coached softball. He helped with softball as my assistant. I didn’t return the favor with basketball since I am not schooled enough in the game to be of any help.
Jim has two daughters and a son. He youngest was 10 when he passed.
He had an engaging smile and a handshake that conveyed warmth and genuine care. He loved life and his family, even before he began waging war against the cancer that would take him.
We were not close friends, but I wish we had been. We shared experiences as coaches early in the lives of our children and later as spectators while the girls were in high school. Since we always sought each other out in the stands at these events, I like to believe that he liked me as much as I liked him.
He passed before his daughter’s college graduation and his older daughter’s wedding. He has not coached his son and imparted the joys of the games he loved.
Jim, rest in peace. Thanks for touching me like few have. It’s been three years since you left, and today I say Good Bye.