My cousin Jimmy was always like a little brother I never had. I loved him when he was a toddler, when he was a teenager and as a grownup that always came by when in town. He stayed one summer with us as a young teenager & worked very hard for my husband. He sowed some wild oats over the years but deep down he had great love for his family. He was very artistic with his hands & it showed in his beautiful handwritten notes to me over the years. His talented brick work was "talk" among the family. I will miss our phone conversations we have had on a regular basis these past 2 years as Jim fought his tough battle with cancer. He always said I love you when we said goodby each time. He could talk to me about his past & how God had forgiven him. We talked about heaven & who he would see there in our last conversation. He asked me to call in a couple days as I think he knew he was failing. God called him instead on that day. God bless you Jim
