Happy birthday Jim. I wonder what you're doing now that your days are being spent in the after life? We know you came around on occasion, it's been a while, but we knew you were there. You had a short life making us laugh, giving wedgies and smoking. It was a little scary to smell cigarette smoke in the house after you had died and nobody smoked. You almost gave your nephew a heart attack when you appeared at the foot of his bed the day of your funeral. He may have been less afraid if his bedroom wasn't in the basement. I enjoyed the time you interrupted the sermon at the new spiritualist church I was checking out with your other nephew the skeptic. The look on his face was worth a million bucks. "I have a Jim present. Sorry to interrupt the sermon but he says to tell a gentleman by the name of Charlie that he loves him.", I remember a woman behind us say. Priceless! Your
appearances to your mom, my mother-in-law helped her open her mind. She won't talk about it but we saw her tears and heard her trembling voice. She no longer makes fun of people who can see the diseased.
We loved you much. Coincidentally, your old girl friend called me tonight out of the blue. I haven't heard from her in months, she forgot it was your birthday. Well, it's late and I'm tired, thanks for the memories.
Your sister in law