On Thursday they said there was no hope for him. On Friday he miraculously woke up, totally lucid and able to eat with his family, and talk with them. Then on Saturday evening he suddenly slipped into a coma and died.

I don't understand it. All I can hope is that it all happened for some truly special reason. It was a gift to his family. And maybe it was a chance for Jimmy to make his peace with God. That's what I really hope.

Again, I thank everyone who thought about him and cared. I just wish I could have spoken to him one more time, to make a peace of my own.