I've only known Jim for 11 years now, also as a neighbor. I'm thankful for all the evenings we would sort of just gravitate into a conversation in the yard, the alley or the sidewalk. If I had a garden growing, I could usually find Jim sneaking over to have a look.
Jim shared a lot of fish with me. Anytime the family was over and the fish fryer was on, he was sharing something to eat. He carried with him a deep sense of community...a trait that is all too easily lost.
He engaged my boys as they grew. Even when they might have been shy to talk, he made it easy for them to be heard and he modeled how to listen.
If you knew Jim, then you might not believe this next part. But some months after his brother Harvey passed, I sat with Jim in his front yard and we ate crawfish together and had a few beers. And that's when Jim, as strong as he was, shed a tear for his brother and he told me how much he missed him. That was probably the most vulnerable I ever got to see him. And I'm glad we got to hang out together that evening.
It was not uncommon that we would not see much of each other over the cold and rainy winter months. But Spring and Summer were always punctuated with Jim's presence outside. Always a wave, a big hello.
Jim - it was an honor to know you, sir.
And Stacy - we're right here as you need us. Thank you for being our neighbor and friend. Our hearts and prayers out to you now....
-Dean & Heidi Burke