Remembering Jim

"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page." St. Augustine

I was in the middle of torturing Corb with our Friday night shitty musical when we received the news.

Corb's brother texted him. Jim had passed about an hour ago. He had been upstairs trying to get his mother to sleep a bit when they heard a loud noise downstairs and went down to find Jim. 

It wasn't unexpected. Jim had been in hospice care for weeks. One of the therapists who came in had booked an appointment for Monday but had told Diana that he wouldn't be keeping it, since Jim would probably be gone before that day. 

It's funny how people react to these situations. In Jim's case, the various families have been somewhat horrible to each other. Jim was not a poor man, and his children (one especially) have been obsessed with splitting up the estate--and trying to give as little to Diana as they possibly could. Two days after the passing they were actively trying to take as much stuff as they could out of the condo Diana shared with Jim. They even contested how long Diana would be able to stay there. Including the bed Diana slept in. 

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