Letters to Jim

Dear Jim, This morning, for the first time in 40 years, I woke up, and you didn't.  How could you leave me? Now I have all this time that I don't know what to do with.  Life feels like tissue. Thin and easily torn.  I'm writing you because when I talk to the empty house I feel crazy. But somehow writing makes it feel like I'm actually talking to you.  This morning when I awoke, I pulled out the letter you wrote me all those years ago, the one I always keep in my wallet. I rea