This is a difficult time of year for me. Today would be Uncle Jimmy's 63rd birthday - the person you were named after. My brother, my friend- and the uncle who would have spent hours endlessly playing with you because he loved children as much as any person I have ever met.
He had many friends- and at his funeral people came from many miles around who had known him since he was a kid growing up in Ketchikan.
Every year Auntie Bev sends out a photograph of him with a bit of poetry that is the best descriptor of him. This is his photo and below are the words she sent out:
The measure of a man is not determined by his show of outward strength, or the volume of his voice, or the thunder of his action. It is to be seen, rather, in terms of the nature and depth of his commitments, the genuineness of his friendships, the sincerity of his purpose, the quite courage of his convictions, his capacity to suffer, and his willingness to continue “growing up.” Grady Poulard
James Erick Simpson
December 2, 1951~December 7, 2006
Loved By All
You have his smile, his sense of adventure- his love of people. No matter what you do in life, I couldn't me more proud of you for being like him.
Love,
Dad
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| The look |
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| The smile |
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