This is my favorite picture of James. He wasn’t even 2 years old, but he was adorable! He never gave me any trouble, unlike his mischievous brother. They were total opposites, from looks to personality to behavior.
Like his brother, however, he was also killed by a drunk driver, 4 years, two weeks and a day later. This coming Sunday will mark 23 years since his death.
I will always miss him.
Who are you thinking about today?
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