Pam Dillow
I wish we had more time as family and friends. Getting to spend time with you and listening to your stories is how I will always remember you.
It’s probably a good thing that we didn’t grow up together because we would have had the best bad ideas and a lot of spankings. Although they usually make the best memories. Probably the reason I could sit and listen to your stories all day.
I’ve seen pictures of children in your life that look like they adore you. So now that you’re in heaven you can meet my Sweet Pickle (Sorry, I already nicknamed her). You give her a big ole hug and one from Aunt Pam.
James you will be forever missed and forever loved. I hope there is a fishing hole in heaven for you.
