We drove to Gallipolis yesterday, for a very small graveside service to celebrate the life of Jim Betz. Andy grew up with his grandpa next door, and maintains that he learned from Jim how to hunt, how to cook, and how to fix shit. Our boys have happy memories, too - catching catfish, tailgating, hearing stories about the war. Jim took great interest in their growing up, never failing to ask about things like piano lessons. He was almost never not singing. And his spirit will be missed, but never missing.
link to obituary for James Betz
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Our memories of Jim are happy ones. This winter I have dried the seeds from our tastiest tomatoes, just as he taught Andy to do. He was generous with his plants and his smiles and so much more.
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