Uncle Jim had an open mind and a tender heart and was close with his brother Barry, who happened to be my dad. Jim was always quick witted and always loved to playfully heckle his friends and family, but all in good fun. He would go out on a limb for anyone who needed him, was always patient and listened without prejudice. I have great memories of him during my childhood, teens, and 20s, but more so in the past year, after my dad passed away. Uncle Jim was my beacon of light when I'd walk into his home and often bring my own clouds. He was the only adult in my entire life who told me how proud he was of me, and that he thought I was doing a great job and making good decisions about the direction I was taking in my life. That meant the world to me. He meant the world to so many others in so many ways, and we will all miss hearing the sound of his voice, and especially his laugh. I feel comforted by knowing he's up in Heaven, reunited with my dad, and they're both working on an old Chevy in a big beautiful garage, popping back beer tabs, and heckling each other about who knows more about old cars. Rest in peace Uncle Jim. I'm going to miss you.