Today I woke to the news. He’s gone. The smile. The energy. The latitude attitude. The bare footed concerts. But the music survives. Seeing him live was like a balmy breeze, tinged with a little alcohol buzz. Laid back. Happy. In the moment. Loose. My self care today was sitting with the loss. Loss grabs me at my core and it’s hard to shake loose from. So we went for a drive, played his music, sat under the summer sun and had some really good ice cream. Just breathed in the perfect day. And gave thanks for lives well lived and the audacious, evanescent miracle of breathing. They said that he lived his life like a song until the end. That was a damn good song, Jimmy. Thank you.
