Jim would have been fifty-eight today. We would have gone to dinner at Red Lobster or somewhere, with the girls and their guys. He would have had a Caesar salad, a broiled lobster tail and a couple of Bloody Marys; he would have been witty and conversational, and a good time would have been had by all.
I still miss him so much. I miss his laugh, his snoring, his endearing way of banging about in the kitchen when he couldn't find something...
There are many times when I find myself telling things to the cats--things way too trivial to put out here--that I would have told him. Even after
Or 1 year, 8 months, 9 days;
* 53,395,200 seconds
* 889,920 minutes
* 14,832 hours
* 88 weeks (rounded down)
I still miss him.