I've known Stacie for eons, but I had only known Jimmy for roughly 3-4yrs. During that time he became my little brother that I was often a royal bitch to. I knew his struggle, his pain, and his insecurities. But I only saw the strength and a huge heart of gold. We were often at odds with each other because of prank wars that we took to the highest levels of humility. I actually have a pics of him doing the craziest things. But any time that I was at my lowest, he ALWAYS went out of his way to at least get a smile out of me. Or piss me off to get me out of my world of self destructing. I hadn't been in touch with them recently because I have been going through some of the hardest things I have had to deal with in my 40yrs in this cruel world. I know exactly how Stacie feels because I too have recently lost my husband. Thankfully the last words I said to him were to give him strength and let him know that even though I was often yelling at him, it was because I loved him and only wanted him to see what I saw when I looked at him. No, we butted heads often and I spent a lot of time wanting to choke him. Now I just wish I could have gotten just one more hug..