Jimmie Mills was a great friend of ours who grew up in Whitmell in Pittsylvania County. Saturday, Otober 11, 2011, we celebrated his life with a small group of family and friends. We sat and listened to home town yarns reveling in his humor and what we always called "Jimberisims". One aunt told us what a beautiful child he was and how they would walk downtown in Danville on a Saturday afternoon as people on the street admired the cherub faced little boy. She said she was actually too young to be his mother, but that was what people assumed. She said she didn't mind. She was proud to be with him.
As a youthful man he rode a motocycle, but he wasn't a sterostypical "biker". He was gentle and chiding with his friends, caring and giving with his family. He loved to tell a good story and to make others laugh. We laughed through our tears and knew we all would miss his keen wit and winning smile.
His wife, Pattie had 68 balloons there, one for each year of his life. Each guest was asked to take one and send it off in the air. Michael and I waited until we reached the Whitmell community where Jimmie grew up, went to school and where his father owned a store. We pulled in to the old Whitmell School parking lot and let them go. They were pink and floated westward into the sunset staying an equal distance apart until disappearing from view. We loved Jimmie, he was a Pittsylvania County boy.
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