My aunt Opal passed away a couple of weeks ago and her family made plans to have a family get together in her honor yesterday. My brother, Alan, decided to fly down from Alaska to attend the event. He flew into Portland on Thursday and our brother, Jim, drove up to get him and they spent the day doing some business in the Portland area. We had a dinner date with Chad and Aliya on Friday so Alan came to visit with us that afternoon and we made arrangements to meet and drive to the party together.
Saturday morning I was relaxing around the house, kind of looking forward to seeing my cousins and spending more time with Alan when he called. (He's staying at Jim's house in Cottage Grove while he's here.) He called to tell me that he couldn't make it to the party because he found Jim dead when he got up.
It didn't register at first. What was he saying? What did it mean?
I think Jim was in his mid fifties. He had been having some health problems being a newly diagnosed diabetic, but that was getting under control and he was feeling better.
Jim left Margo, four grown sons, a granddaughter, five brothers, two sisters, and his mother. We will miss him.
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