There's a saying that I really like. My friend Mary told me about it during a really dark time. I don't know who originally said it. Maybe it was Hemingway. All I know is that it's gotten me through these last two years.
Every person has two deaths.
The first is when they're buried in the ground.
The second is the last time that someone says their name.
So I don't know maybe if you leave your friends and family with enough great stories, then you can actually live forever.
If anyone could ever pull off immortality, it's my brother, Jimmy.
I say my brother, but he was more like my best friend. And if I'm being really honest (because I know he's up there somewhere keeping me in check) Jimmy was more like my hero. He was three years older than me, and he was — Can I curse here? Earmuffs, kids — he was just the f****** best. I don't know how else to say it. I've never seen a kid who just wanted everybody else to be alright, all the time. You could be the biggest nerd in the world (me, for example) and Jimmy would go out of his way to talk to you and make you feel part of the group.
