It’s been rough these past few weeks, and keeping up with my blog has been the furthest thing from my mind. I lost my dear, sweet, kindhearted Uncle Jim to lung cancer last Thursday morning. He was way too young – only 64 – and has suffered too much these last few months. In my mind, I find it hard to believe he really is gone. I keep expecting his lanky, 6’5″ form to come clomping in, wearing his cowboy boots and his ever-present grin. He used to always tell us stories or jokes, and follow them up with a wild wiggle of his eyebrows. A cousin of mine described him quite aptly as a “sunny character in all our lives.” The world just isn’t quite as bright without him in it. I will miss him dearly.
Me with my Uncle Jim, 1975
Uncle Jim and my Daddy
Carol Callicotte 