On my 18th birthday, I received a present from my late father, Gordon Boyd, Jim's older brother. Inside was a treasure trove of pictures, memories and letters, along with knickknacks, pots he had made himself out of clay, his dog tags from the Air Force and so many incredible pictures of my father and my uncle Jim together. My heart breaks for his family and the loss they must feel weighing heavily on them at this time. And my heart breaks for the Uncle I'll never get to know.
May he find peace in eternity with God and may he be reunited with my father, my aunt, my grandmother and my grandfather.
Gordon's daughter and Jim's niece