In my late teens and early twenties Jim was a large part of my life. He was my best man when I married. We were college classmates. I remember reading with him, and being stunned that he could read a paperback in 25 minutes.
He was a good man, a good friend, and an intellect. After Tracy passed, he contacted me and told me how much he missed her. Now, this fine man is joined with her again. For that, we can all be happy. But right now, there is huge hole my wonderful memories of years ago that is filled with sadness.
Jim would know exactly what I mean when I say now that he has embarked and crossed Tennyson's bar to see his pilot face to face, I cannot quench my sadness of farewell.
Godspeed old friend, Godspeed, Godspeed