A friend has passed away. Given my own age, this in itself is not surprising, but James Wu was a considerably younger man and remembered that way even more so because we had not seen him in a bunch of years and when last we did, at a gathering of the old crew, his sense of life was younger still, and as full of fun as always.
In 2003, he had been a regular customer of the old Newbury Street shop in Boston, and well noted for a sense of humor that ran from dry ironic to burlesque, so when he simply volunteered to help with our move, I thought he was joking.
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Well said, he was indeed.
I think it has never been possible for me to picture James in my mind with anything but a huge smile of laughter on his face.
That’s a great thing to have as a memory.
Thank you for the memories. I never would have known James if not for my years with you all at AVH. James was always there when I needed his friendship no matter how many years in between. His ability to laugh when it was as easy to cry was a constant in the storms of life. He is missed.