Posted by Amy (12.152.252.5) on July 26, 2004 at 18:22:49:
I heard from Jim the other day. I was driving by his cemetary, I say HIS cemetary because it's his now. I went there about a month ago for the first time. I didn't go to the burial so I'd never seen where he was burried. I turned into the cemetary and found his stone within 30 seconds.
I remember Jason and Roger musing that there was someone burried behind Jim with the name Paradis and that was cool because Browncuts had some running Joke (which I don't understand and that's ok) "Where is Paradise?" ... "Right behind your head"
Not a laugh riot but then I don't know what's lurking behind it. oh well...
What I found even more poignant was that between Jim's stone and the Paradis stone was another and the family name on the stone was, get this, Unright. That's a new one on me, I've never seen that as a name before but I thought, as a sentiment regarding Jim's untimely death that "Unright" was even more true than the Paradis(e) reference. I hope though that no matter how motherfucking UNRIGHT it is that Jim is not here with us, that he is, in deed, in his version of Paradise. And I can only imagine what Jim's version of paradise would have been, but I'll bet I'd be laughing a lot.
Anyway, I heard from Jim last week when I drove by his cemetary. My mother (who is also in Paradise) had been communicating with me via WPTR. an oldies station in the area. I know that when I hear the song Spooky or 3 little fishies that my mom was saying "hi". Well WPTR turned into a christian contemporary station. So I was listening to 101.7 which is another (albeit not as good) oldies station in the area. Apparently the DJ's name is Jim because as I was driving by Jim's cemetary the DJ came on (mind you this is the first time I ever listened to 101.7) and he announced himself by saying "This is Jim" just as I was passing the entrance to Jim's cemetary. I was shocked because I was sad thinking that my mother will have no way to communicate with me anymore, but I think that was Jim's way of saying "When we want to get through, we can get through".
Fanciful thought? Maybe...not.
Ahh Jim. I miss you as though is was yesterday. You and your gokart driving dogs and living pickles. I'm still mad that you're not here, sad that I can't talk to you but so exceedingly glad that we met and shared what we did. I'm forever grateful for the experience. Thank you Jim for sharing yourself with me, I am better for it.
LOVE LOVE LOVE,
Amy