James Kenneth Pore

This is a reflection and not so much memories.  Its almost been six months now since my brother has passed away.  I dont think there is a day that goes by that I dont think about him, even if its just for a second...something will remind me of him may it be a conversation with someone, something I need to do, something I have done, something new I want to do, the way Im feeling, a certain look from someone, seeing someone that may look like him or have his build, someones smile, a show that I see an advertisement for, certain cars that I see on TV, the houses that were so decorated for christmas a few months ago.. they went all out like he used to, looking up at the wall and seeing his picture with Renee, Marissa and Gracie, being down in Florida two weeks ago and remembering how much he loved the warm weather but then also having it snow here and remembering how excited he would get when it would snow when he lived up in Massachusetts and bragging about how much snow they had, seeing someone ride a motorcycle down our road out enjoying the sunshine, last labor day we went camping and they had a band and seeing the drummer with the same shape of his face and hair, driving by Lake Anna and thinking about how much he loved being out on the water, seeing an old Chevy Nova for sale along side the road, having the Steelers go to the superbowl in Tampa (where Malary lives and my dad is visiting) and almost for sure knowing he would of been there to share that with us, hearing a certain song on the radio that I know was one of his favorites or an old song that his band used to play at my junior highschool dances and even eating certain foods like pizza which I know was one of his favorites....

It makes me sad sometimes to think about these things because I miss him and wanted to have more memories but at the same time it can make me smile because I do have those memories and was lucky enough to have known him and share most of my life with him...... So even though time goes by and it might seem to get easier we will all have these types of things that happen to us that will never, ever let us forget him and how he affected our lives and I treasure the memories and even though it can still hurt I wouldnt trade the memories for anything in the world and I know I will always have them.  Love and miss you brother.

With Love,

Nancy

I got to thinking the other day about some of the bonfires we used to have with Jim and Renee.  The house they moved into up the street from us was across the street from a few empty lots.  These lots hadn't been cleared of limbs or brush, so we decided to "clear" them ourselves.  We would gather all the brush and limbs together ( along with sufficient amount of gasoline), make a bonfire and listen to tunes and visit for the rest of the night.  Did I mention there was alcohol involved?  We would usually end up falling asleep in front of the fire (after Renee and Patty and the kids had already gone home) and would wake up about 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning, figuring maybe we should go home.  By this time the fire was just a pile of coals.  I remember one time Jim wanted to roast something over the fire.  Now sometimes these bonfires were so big and so hot you couldn't get within about 8 feet.  It was funny to see us standing there with 8 foot roasting sticks, trying to roast marshmallows, hotdogs, anything we could get our hands on (most of the time they would just fall off into the fire).  I remember we couldn't find anything at Jim's to roast, so we walked down the hill to my house, rummaging through the fridge, looking for anything we could roast over the fire (we were pretty drunk by this time).  I can't remember what we found to roast, but I do remember Patty asking over the next few weeks what happened to certain things we had in the fridge.  Sometimes the fires would get so high people from all over the neighborhood would come to see what was up.  Never did anything half way. 

To Jimmy's family, I can not conceive how you feel, Jimmy was my friend, and I am sadden to my core. We have lost a life cheerleader, who taught me that to "hang out" means to stay connected to your inner-child or go home, cause your giong to hurt but mostly from the laughter.

Jim and I lived together in Davenport Iowa. When he bought his CR 2 50 and Rick Johnson was there to seal the deal by signing the front fender. Needless to say, he bought a new fender to replace the signed one. Also we drug that bike up to the second floor apt. we lived in. He rode it down the next morning.... that almost got us tossed into the street when we returned home. So the bike had to stay out side from there on. But Jimmy found a place to keep it at a new friends home. We went to a new race track to check it out before the next race, in you guessed it our rent a car.  Jim loves chevys, so we sported a Z-28. Off we went to the track. We got a little off track, stopped to get some directions and the girl we asked say's ...... Oh yeah it's over by Jessy's house. We looked at each other as if we knew Jessy and off we went. (someof you may recall if you asked Jimmy where  someplacewashe would reply it'sby jessy's house thats why.)The gate was open so Jimmy pushed the skinny pedle until forward motion stoped. No jumps this time with the rental but it was hard to open the door as the mud was past the door seals. Off we go to find some one to pull us out. Who we found was a none to happy to see us 130 pound rottweller, That took to bitting my leg, as I was about hit the dog we heard a hammer click back and the owner says " I wouldn't do that if I was you" Well he got a tractor to pull the z-28 out. We went to town washed it off and I had a new Jimmy story to tell. One of many, As I am one of many that Jimmy touched withhis zest of life.

The biggest part that speaks volumns is the dash between Jimmy's two dates. You can't cram one other thing between them.