Someone mentioned the upcoming Groundhog Day, which made me think of my partner Jim who was born on that date in Pennsylvania close to Punxsutawney. At the time we met in 1973, Jim was 34 and I was 28 and over the next five years we explored much of the physical and spiritual world together. Jim died in 1993 at the age of 54. Now I am 64 and dealing with getting old but it really hit home when I realized that Jim would have been 70 this Groundhog Day. JIM HEWITT February 2, 1939 to January 7, 1993
Sadly those are our choices, die young or grow old. But at least we can mature while remaining spiritually young. I'm 54 myself and in reasonably good health so it seems I've got a lot of years left, but you never know. Sometimes I look back and realize I'm lucky to have lived as long as I have. Cherish every day you live; one of them will be your last.
Peace to you Brother Shale , I bet you have some WONDERFUL memories , and stories to share about the two of you. You were very fortunate to have had that kind of a frienship , they are once in a lifetime !!! As for myself , I am very happy to have lived much longer than I thought I would , and wouldnt be young again unless I could have the wisdom that I have NOW at a young age.
you obviously never stoped loving/caring for him...no matter what religious/spiritual beliefs you hold some how, some way the two of you will meet again peace be with you both
Time march's on my friend. We all get old. Nothing we can do about it. And yea you guy's are gunna hook up again.. Be well Peace
Thanx for all the response. Yes, Jim and I had a turbulent but very full five years together. Two trips to India, one of them overland thru Europe and the Middle East and two trips to Centro-America together, we were inseparable for most of those five years. And, tho we were later separated we did talk on the phone before he died and expressed our love and said good bye. (He was in New Orleans, living with another guy named Jim, who with Myrt, an old friend of ours was with him when he died). Actually, getting old is just the next trip of a very full life - and as others have here expressed, it has been a good trip, lots of experience. Here is the only other pic I have of Jim, the one we took together in New Orleans, 1973.
Can you believe that ppl would see us together and think we were brothers? Maybe we were just that comfortable with each other and in the same space, but I don't think we really look related.
