I’ll be offline for a while.
My step-dad Jim, who would have been 86 on April 15, passed away Friday from natural causes. Jim had a difficult life in many ways. His early years were spent in an orphanage until age 9 when he was adopted by a farmer who used him strictly as a laborer. He escaped by running away in his mid-teens, joined the military hoping to be a pilot, but his eyesight was not good enough. Jim never gave up his love of flying and enjoyed building and flying model airplanes for many years. He also worked at an airport, drove a school bus and when I first met him, was a caretaker at his church.
Jim met my mother in 1978 and they married shortly after making their home just outside of Atlanta, Georgia. After spending the first 30 years of my life in New York, I have since made my home 3,000 miles away in Oregon. The only time I had to get to know him was during family vacations. Jim was a good-hearted man who loved my mother very much. I know she loved him too, although in the last few years their declining health has brought difficult challenges for both of them. In many ways the years they had together have been some of the best years for both of them.
So, I am here in Atlanta with my sister and niece helping to bring Jim to his final resting place. On the plus side, I am able to spend some time with family and be here for my mom, whose dementia keeps her from fully grasping that her Jim is gone.
Looking forward to catching up with everyone here as time allows.
“I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or off stage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away.” Jagger/Richards