Dear Reader,
Chances are high that you have found this blog after the latest episode/airing of Jim's story. I'm typing this well ahead of any airings on ID and quite in advance of the next coverage on OWN. You won't find my opinions on either production (beyond my amazement that complete strangers continue to profit from his life and death). Instead, I'd like to take a moment to welcome you to what was only ever meant to be a small corner of our world. This blog predates any real social media interactions and was somewhere that our friends and family could keep up with our adventures and my (then) budding interest in photography. A safe place where we could laugh with and at each other and document it to look back on in the future. The future. A place and a time that was taken so brutally from us. A place and a time that brings you here today. A Google click away from the comfort of your home, your couch, and more than likely your phone. I've felt it would be a disservice to Jim's memory to take down the blog and so I have always chosen to leave the privacy settings public. I suppose that gives an open invitation and makes our little world a stage. All of that to say, welcome to the place where Jim can be remembered as a human who lived and breathed and loved until those simple life's pleasures were taken from him and those who truly loved him.
And now a request...
Neither of us ever craved the spotlight. Having this much of my life on display still makes me uneasy. Remember, you, dear reader, have only just been introduced to our story. We've lived with it and the consequences of others actions for over a decade now. If you take nothing else from the pictures and posts in our space, please, take this with you when you go. Stop. Stop and laugh at the silly things that make up the day-to-day interactions in your life. Interrupt vs. interject whenever possible. Stop at the roadside attractions. Stop and take pictures (even if nobody wants to be in them). Stop and hold the person you love just a little bit longer tonight. Because you never know when that will be the last hug, the last kiss, the last image, or the last laugh captured. Hold them tight. Because you still can.
