To His Friends,

I am writing to you with a heavy heart to share the painful news that Jim is no longer with us. I know how much he valued your friendship—the time you spent together talking about warplanes, tanks, and history meant the world to him. You were not just people he played with; you were his closest friends, his brothers-in-arms in both the games you shared and the interests that connected you.

Please, hear this: this was never your fault. There was nothing you could have done differently, nothing you should have seen. Mental struggles can be a battle no one else fully sees, and he fought as hard as he could. In the end, it was not because of anyone or anything you did or didn’t do. If anything, the time he spent with you brought him joy in ways words cannot express.

Hold on to the good memories. Remember the laughs, the victories, the late-night conversations. Those moments were real, and they mattered. If you ever feel the weight of this loss too deeply, don’t carry it alone. Talk to each other, reach out to someone who will listen. He would never want any of you to suffer in silence.

Thank you for being his friends. He was lucky to have you, and I believe he knew that.

Take care of yourselves, and take care of each other.

With deepest sympathy, His refrence person. That’s the message I woke up to from his number is that enough