As anyone who has ever met James will know... words will always fall short when describing him. To say someone loves ketchup is a mild description of someone loving ketchup. To say they hold a piece of bacon in one hand and use half a ketchup bottle on that one piece of bacon is an image that better describes James. That extreme love for ketchup also accurately describes how he loved those around him that accepted it. I genuinely believe that he loved with all his heart.
He never brought those around him down. Even when he was down he was able to channel some nervous energy out of thin air to create an awkwardness that was able to cancel out any negative energy.
James,
Thank you for bringing the storms of joy into my world in a way that only you could’ve. I am heartbroken but I’m lucky to have experienced your friendship, your awkward shuffle dance when the conversation turns to you in a room, your smile, your sweaty golf games that turned into a heat stroke almost every time, your “hey punkin”, your full blown 8 course meals on poker nights, your updates following service calls, your Washington Redskin talk, your very dramatic high five slap that barely grazes my finger tips... but most of all I’m lucky enough to have experienced your kindness that came with no judgement and no strings attached.
You will be forever present with me in all that I do. Rest In Peace my dear friend and know that you will live on in my heart until we meet again.