Jimmy struggled to find his place in this World. From the time that he was born, he was my baby. I've always loved babies so having a real one was the best! He was my playmate until I started dating and then he would hang out with my boyfriends. Being the baby in the family and taking so long to make his appearance, he was quite spoiled.
I remember playing all alone in mud puddles until he came along. I was so happy to finally have someone to play trucks with and make mud pies with. My sister is the prissy one. You should have seen the way that she would look at me when I asked her to play in the mud. She had no idea what she was missing. Naturally, Jimmy was happy to sit right down and dig tunnels and fill dump trucks. He was my best friend.
I got married when Jimmy was 12 (he turned 12 the day before my wedding). He loved my husband and my husband loved him. He played little league football and then football in High School. He also wrestled in High School. We went to as many games and matches as we could. We had babies during this time so it wasn't as often as we would have liked.
Jimmy was a good boy and he loved his nephews beyond belief but he struggled with life. He became addicted to some prescription narcotics due to some injuries that he received wrestling. He struggled with that addiction for years. It was hard to see him suffering. He overdosed twice and gave us all a scare. I was able to pour my heart out to him the first time. I'm so glad that I did because it left me with no regrets.
Jimmy was killed in a motorcycle accident due to no fault of his own. I'll never forget that rainy December night. It was the worst night of my life. I truly believe that Jesus to reached down and Jimmy took His Hand. The hope of being with him again is the only thing that makes this pain bareable.
Please join me in remembering my baby brother this week. He would have been 27 years old. I miss him terribly but I know that he is happy. That makes me happy.
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