JIMMY

I was sitting here with nowhere to go sitting here with these memories of you. Why in the hell did you have to leave so damn soon? It has been almost 33 years since your soul left your borrowed body, yet once in a while, I catch myself crying. The other day I just had the urge to play some Joan Jet and The J Giles band on my record player.

First, it was I Love Rock n Roll, then Freeze Frame
listening to those songs that you played for me as a kid; those songs were whispering in my ear; I am Jimmy. I used to be your big brother down there, but here little brother in Heaven, I am your Guardian Angel, and you need to remember who we are. It would help if you remembered our names.

I know your life has not been easy without me there but trust me, we all have been watching your every move. I wish I could tell Mom that she no longer needs to worry about you because, at last, you found yourself. You found your true love, and now, with your words starting to have power, your soul has found its groove.

Spinning the records of my yester years like in New York City Club DJ spins the tunes for all the trust fund kids all night long. Hey big brother, you were our DJ, turning what is now my favorite song.

Damn, growing up with you was so much fun even though when we were little, we used to fight it wasn't until we were teenagers we became best friends when you died that my world ended, but now I am older and a little bit wiser. I know you, my angel, up above, but you sent me my two angels without wings that showed me the meaning of love.

Jimmy, you are still my hero.