An Ode To Jim Williams

So Intertwined right from the start, not by blood, but definitely by heart.

Like a shadow I followed right behind, step by step completely spell-bind.

Your little buddy, your pocket-helper, still too young for all the helter-skelter.

With my wooden tools you made me I was a pint-sized handyman: a real life Bob the Builder saying, “Yes we can!”

Then on day that girl grew up and began to pull away. The stereotypical path of life leading her astray.

But what I’ve never told you, this secret that I’ve held has lived too long in silence and needs to be expelled.

This man I hold so very dear helped shape me into me. He showed me what a good man is and what a man should be.

And though there’s still so much to say time isn’t on my side, so before it’s gone, with a heavy heart, and bleary-eyed I’ll say…

Thank you Uncle Jim for letting me be your comrade and thank you for being the dad that I never had.