I interrupt this normally cheerful, positive blog to remember my baby brother. It's been three years today since I touched his broken body. I miss him more than words can ever express but I also know where he is and where I will some day be. I know that he is happy and at peace and that is what matters most. I do miss him though.
If you didn't know him... my brother was a giving soul. He loved his family more than anything else. Our grandparents were his heros. He was a loyal friend. He was the first to stop and help someone that was in need. He was an organ donor that saved many lives while giving his up. He is my hero. He is forever 24 years old.
If you knew him, I know that you miss him too. Thank you for keeping Jimmy's memory alive. He lives on through those that remember him. I see him every where I go and that is because of you. He will always be my baby brother and I will love him and miss him until I take my last breath here on this Earth.
James Charles Pearson III
June 25, 1981 - December 8, 2005