I am so sorry I could not be there in person. Jim was a very special friend to me. I met Jim in 1993 and we shared a love of comics, Star Wars, Marvel movies and mostly poker.
Jim was a great friend and kind soul. He always wanted to help, and loved being a part of others lives.
Jim and I often went to see movie premiers and this got to be tradition to see new movies opening night, and in the last few years this included my daughter too. Jim enjoyed these times tremendously. No matter how good or bad the movie was Jim started out with what he did not like about them first, but then would discuss what he did like. If we did not see the move opening night, we would usually see it the next day. We would go to eat after the movie, and if it was a bad movie, this lunch would last 3 hours with discussions of what could have been better or why it was so different than the comic, or strayed away from the original story. I think sometimes I hoped it would be bad so we could have one of these conversations.
Once covid hit, we stopped going to the movies, but I did start going to his house to watch movies and whatever new Marvel or Star Wars series where on Disney . The two of use would sit in his apartment, with masks on, watching movies. Early on, I would go outside so we both could take off our masks to drink our drinks. :-)
Jim, enjoyed gambling and Las Vegas. At one point, he got trained and became a poker dealer for local events as a side hustle. When I started having weekly poker games at the house Jim started coming and he would be the dealer all night. He loved it, and so did all my guests. He loved coming over for poker night, and would be the big boisterous voice in the room, and will always keep us honest with his knowledge of the games and cards in general.
I think that one of the things he loved about coming for poker night was
he liked to be around my friends and family, He often told me my family and friends reminded him of his own family growing up. Hearing Joe at the funeral today made me understand what he meant.
Jim was a good friend, and over the last few months required a lot of help. I helped him whenever I could and he so much appreciated the help. So much so, that he was very worried he could not return the favor, or he would become a burden. But as was Jim, he would just order up some Omaha Steaks or give a gift card. I still have some of the Omaha steaks, and I tear up looking at them in the freezer.
Over the passed few months, As Jim was fighting illness, I would talk to him about planning a weekend in Vegas to give him something to look forward to. We would wall around the lake trying to get his strength up at his apartment complex and plan. Unfortunately, we never got this opportunity. As a strange twist of fate, his service was planned, while I am in Las Vegas. I just watched his service from my hotel room, and I wish he were here with me.
Jim was a good friend, and good person, and I loved him. I hope heaven has a hold'em table.