With every family gathering there is the pain and anguish of the loss of a very important part of us. We know that he is around us, but that just isn't enough. The hole that his passing has caused is such a great hole, one that is similar to a black hole- no one really knows the depth. There isn't  morning, noon or night that goes by that I do not think of Jimmy. I struggle each morning- lying in bed awake and thinking of everything that has been - everything that will be, and wonder if I really want to get out of bed at all!
If only he would be here- it would be the way it should've been ... the way it would've been...