Jamie was dead, wasn't she? So why was he still not over her yet? It was so long ago. He choked back tears that he had wanted to shed since- well, since then, anyway. It seemed as if every night Jamie his angel would call for him to join her. But he was now – what, reaching 60 and approaching retirement? Then he thought to himself that since he was pushing 60 he might as well … His eyes were welling up with moisture. 'I want to die,' he mumbled. No, he didn't, really. He feared death. 'Ok, I feel like I'm dead.' He corrected himself, blinking the tears away. Jamie Sullivan… Jamie Carter, if she had lived long enough to register for a name- change. 'Come on, Lord, come on…' for like twenty years he'd lived alone. To keep his promise to the good girl he'd fallen for so hard. He needed strength to carry on believing that someday he would go to heaven too. Then he chewed his lip as he mulled over it. Yup, he could still vaguely remember his bad- boy days, way back when everyone was 17…
WAY BACK
'Hey, Jamie. So anyway, when are you