I could say a great deal about your personality. I don't think I knew a freer spirit and a person more dedicated to enjoying every day he had. Not even in a hyperbolic way, even when the setting called for people to be serious you were finding a way to make someone laugh. James knew how to tug at different people's nuances in the best way no matter who they were. I regret that I didn't recently tell him how extremely proud of him I was.
I don't even know how to process someone younger than me passing away because it's not a sensation I've ever had to really go through. The grieving process is hard because although there's blame to assign here there was no malicious intent. It was just an accident, a fated tick in the rhythm of your life that caused your end. The last time we spoke the only thing you wanted to do was see how I was. That's an extremely legitimate and rare quality in these days of self-satisfaction.
When I met you, you were a quiet weird kid who didn't really know how he would fit in the whole black high school situation because you a bit of an enigma. You found your lane, found people to cling to, and we were able to share so many conversations. You occasionally gave me advice when I didn't expect so much wisdom from you.
Ultimately I love you man. I'm sad and disheartened that you are gone, mainly because I wish I would've done a better job of appreciating you when you were here. I have another look at the fragility of life and the importance of really letting people know how you feel. James you were a great guy on the verge of much greater. I'm praying for your family, our mutual friends, your friends and loved ones.
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