Jimmy is gone

Jimmy is Gone

Al picked up his tools and he got in his truck. He drove quietly down the road; the image of his little boy in his mind. He remembered little instances when Jimmy had been so sweet...going along with him in he truck on some jobs and hammering away while his father fixed somebody's leaky pipes...The joy of that child was that he never thought of himself... always of everyone else....Al sighed....

Jimmy had a defective heart... although they had done everything that they could think of to help him, taken him to the specialists in California, had a special heart pump installed...had sepcial care form cardiologists in their town looking in on him...it was not to be... Jimmy's heart had failed him this week. How to answer all of the heart rendering questions from his friends at school? Al dropped some tears on his sweat shirt...How about his own questions? How could he stay strong for his wife when he felt insecure about this himself? He sighed....

He hoped that the postitve force in the universe would give him hope and information..and he hoped taht his best friends, the ones who had been helping him hold his own, the ones who wold carry the coffin with him tomorrw , would always be there...