Thank you for your visits, the flowers, mass cards, your messages, your kind words, your hugs …
There are no words to express our gratitude.
Thank you to our friends, relatives, former classmates, and officemates who were all there to comfort us in our time of grief, to the class of 83 who shared stories of his stint in college, to his beloved 4B classmates whose antics Jim would gleefully share with me, his former bandmates, the PhilMusic community, the musicians, the neighbors he grew up with, Hackathon peeps, online friends (BBS, soc.culture, FB, Twitter), even those who have never met him personally but took the time to pay us a visit.
Most of all, thank you Jim Ayson. Your death has finally sunk in and is giving me the biggest heart ache.
Babe, I whispered words of strength on your deathbed. But if I have to be honest, as of this moment, I have no idea how I could do it.
But I will. I will do my best. And I promise to do everything in my power to give Gabby a good life.
I will love you forever.
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