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The following poem by Jim was read at the memorial service by Jim’s friend Ed Miller.
Remember me in fall,
when days are warm and nights are cool,
when trees show off warm colors
stored up from summer’s heat,
and everyone has somewhere to invite me to go.
Remember me in winter,
when everyone has a holiday
and I love to celebrate them all,
![](https://www.parallax.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/image-85.jpeg)
The following poem by Jim was read at the memorial service by Jim's friend Ed Miller.
Remember me in fall,
when days are warm and nights are cool,
when trees show off warm colors
stored up from summer's heat,
and everyone has somewhere to invite me to go.
Remember me in winter,
when everyone has a holiday
and I love to celebrate them all,
when the Solstice promises longer days to come.
Remember me in spring,
when young lovers lie in grass by the river,
when warmth of midday
lets us swim in nearly full canals,
when the promise of summer
brings such joy to my heart.
But especially, remember me in summer
when the bright heat of day
warms me to the bone.