Jim Dodds

My forever sweetheart, it’s so hard to be here and not be holding your hand! But I’m holding your heart, always, and you’re holding mine, because I believe that you’ve become an effulgent, energetic being, living on in another, greater dimension that all the STEM curricula flounder trying to refute. I hoped so much that I would dream about you last night. I asked you to come to me, gently, and you came. Just like Christmas, you came, just the same.

Not too gently, though 

I dreamed I was pushing you down a corridor in some rehab facility, and you weren’t very pleased about it, but I was trying to cheer you as we went. It was a brief moment, sort of a vignette. But we were together, and it was wa-a-ay after midnight, so you did come to me on Christmas.

My heart just burst with joy today, when I saw the label, “To Jim, From Judy” on the miracle Christmas present that was brought to me from you. And when I saw it was your wonderful, last, hooked wall hanging, I was overwhelmed. All those hundreds of tiny loops of wool that YOU pulled. What a priceless gift, because touching it is touching your fingers that made this, and touching your wonderful creative heart. I am filled and thrilled with gratitude.

Dear Judy, I love you, forever, and I miss you so much. No one will ever forget you. And no one could ever possibly replace you.