Jimmy didn't make it...a few months after my February 2011 post, Jimmy took his last swing at life. Since then, I haven't been motivated to keep up my blog or share any news about what's been going on since then...but it's time. I remember getting the call from Jimmy's wife Shari, telling me that Jimmy wasn't doing well, Hospice was about to arrive, and I ought to come right away...which I did. When I arrived, Jimmy's breathing was strained but he was comfortably sitting in his favorite chair with his basset hound doggies Gunter and Orville by his side. Jimmy recognized me, we hugged hello, but he was too weak to verbally greet me...it was then that I realized the seriousness of the situation. Annie from Hospice arrived soon thereafter, monitored Jimmy's vitals and then suggested we move Jimmy to his bed, which we did. Prior to my arrival, the Fuhrer's best friends Jasper and Louise arrived to support Shari and her sister who had arrived days before. Within hours, Jimmy passed. His final breaths were labored and shallow. I recall encouraging Jimmy to take deeper breaths and hang on, but his breaths over time became more and more shallow. He, even while being unconscious, fought on; however, ultimately all of us encouraged Jimmy to let go and find peace, which he finally did. It's his fighting spirit that, when I'm feeling unmotivated, spurs me on.
Whenever we now play Eagleglen, we hoist at cheer on the #15 and #16 greens in Jimmy's honor...he'd like that!