The Start to the Tales of My Loving Husband, James

The Start to the Tales of My Loving Husband, James

Several of my closest, over the last few days have been discussing the delay in writing, especially through social media, even blogging, or just gathering thoughts, changing thoughts and then deleting those same thoughts before it ever translates to paper.  I can relate and have done so as well these last few months, especially the last 30 days.

I have been contemplating the best way to honor my husband’s love for art, computers, techy stuff, his weird music stuff & collection of start & stop hobbies, I have witnessed over the years (which lets say, I have almost thrown three devices out the window in the last month, bought one new device, and cursed more times than willing to admit, over the complex systems in our home).

First, Facebook wasn’t the right space; Jim secretly hated Facebook, twitter, and anything that did not involve the secret society of what he would call the “bottom dwellers of the internet”.  Mainstream social media was never good enough for my husband, instead he participated in secret online forums, with buddies from across the country; maybe a little of “anonymous” (before it became cool), and some site, which literally is the pit of the internet (not silk-road) but equally as inappropriate – which always caused us to bicker; and, Jim to laugh hysterically that internet “trollers” could fire me up so much….  The originals, on his secret forum would have to agree, my feathers could get ruffled, intentionally, which they then ALL would laugh about ALL day long, while I went back to my reality of work, wondering how they still collected pay-checks… – not mentioning names…

So – what is the place that feels right for collecting memories, thoughts, stories, pictures, or whatever…?  I have started this thought, been overwhelmed by this thought, and finally have made a decision to this thought - An open space/ blog – no controls, no monitors, no structure – post pictures, share thoughts, share funny stories, share annoying stories, share whatever you want – because Jim would want a place where he could be remembered, without any filters, and all to have the freedom to post any which way they want – use your name, post anonymously – write a word, send a picture, write a book – Jim wouldn’t care.

However, I KNOW! Jim would want a place for Jonah to be able to go some day (when he is 18) to read, see, and explore, who his father really was – the good, bad, mostly funny - and most importantly - the kind-souled, laid back, best and most loving Husband & Daddy possible. 

Lastly, over the year, I plan to try to capture the most of the Sam & Jim adventure possible, which was the most amazing fairytale of love at first sight, romance (in an indie way), then some reality, and finally grown-ups Texas Troilos’ with Baby Jonah – our best accomplishment EVER.

I have no idea what order I will write, how frequent, or if this will be a Jim hobby that dissipates for something new and bigger – but I do know, I have to start somewhere – so this somewhere equals here.  And, I encourage y’all to participate on the journey of the Tales of James, Jim, Jimmy_T, Jimbo, Jimbodani and My Loving Husband James (Jim choose that name).  Because, there is no one who could have loved me and Jonah more, followed me to the end of the world and back - and supported us in so many silent ways that forever I will be deeply grateful,

The largest lesson Jim taught me was to see the world through Jim’s laid-back, carefree lenses – because for Jim it was always about the moment – and when the moment ended, a new moment started, and he never had hard feelings – just good vibes and good times.  Several times, after a disagreement, I would say, “Jim should we talk about that, I’m sorry I said that” – his consistent response was ALWAYS “Sam, stop being silly, that was yesterday, stop being dramatic – you love me, I love you – our love will carry us through anything”. 

On the eve, of Rosh Hashanah – Jim’s day when – in my opinion – he really connected to something bigger, spirituality in some sense – I wish to hold on to the belief that “shit happens”, but good vibes and good times will be ahead someday, and somehow; because, my loving husband, James would have it no other way.

To all those celebrating – Shana Tova! To a sweeter year, for mine and yours.

Please contribute to the collections of Mr. James Troilo, in any or every way you feel moves you.  Given all of this, I will be decommissioning James’ facebook page in the upcoming week - and transferring the more important data to this new space.

Welcome to the Tales Of My Loving Husband, James.  I look forward to hearing stories from y’all – so please don’t hold back.