On Cameron, Uncle Jim, and Me
When my almost six year old grandson Cameron arrived at the memorial service to celebrate Jimmy, he asked if Uncle Jim was there.
A little while later when the long lines of visitors extended down the driveway, he asked Savannah if Uncle Jim was in that long line.
With everything else that was going on, I don’t know that Cameron’s questions were ever properly addressed by Savannah or I.
So my answer to Cameron would be this;
Yes Cameron, Uncle Jim was in the building.
And yes Cameron, Uncle Jim was in the line too.
And I would add that Uncle Jim was in the Coomber Farm back yard as well.
And when me and all of you nice people left and went back to wherever it was we came from, Uncle Jim is now there too. And that’s where he will live from now on.
And after seeing many familiar faces and speaking to many friends, I think it’s safe to say Cameron, that your Uncle Donny was there too.
And finally I would like to express my personal gratitude for everyone’s assistance in helping to share our stories in all of our ways; and for the encouraging on line and off line comments that I personally received. Some of those comments even came from folks who didn’t know Jimmy and wished they had, or felt like they do now; some in fact didn’t know either one of us.
When you are used to getting 30 or 40 views of one of your posts, and then you get 5000, that is sort of akin to having a best selling book in my little Musings world. Hard to imagine. I have heard of people who have written a classic or a best seller only to never write again for fear of failure in a follow up.
Sorry, that won’t be me.
And besides, I’ve been inspired.
Do you think that is a coincidence?
I don’t know.
Maybe………maybe not.