Today Stevie, Cheryll and I went to Smith Rocks and visited Jim’s memorial bench. I felt sad, and happy, and mad, and… at peace, all at the same time. When Jim died at Smith rocks a couple years ago I was in Tibet getting ready to trek to Everest base camp. I remember getting the text message sitting in a café in down town Lhasa. I changed my flight and was back in Hood River 3 days later for the service. I’ve lost many friends, (too many), but losing Jim crushed me. He was my rock climbing mentor. I looked up to him. I respected him. And I still think about him all the time. RIP my friend.
2 comments:
Beautiful post my love.
I keep revisiting this post, sharing it with family and friends. Jim is never far from my thoughts and it is heartwarming to know you feel the same way. A touching tribute. Thank you.
cheryll
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