When my father passed away he sent me a picture of him skiing in Italy in 1977. It was framed, and under the glass was a post it note that said “this is how I want you to remember me.”. Last Friday my friend, spiritual guide, recovery Yoda and sponsor of 32 years passed away. Jim Lynden was an avid traveler, a devoted life partner, a sly, smart, caring man who loved his family and friends with a gritty passion. It’s become popular over the last year to prioritize friends/family/experiences over things. Jim has done that for as long as I’ve known him. Wise and joyous, he shared his experience with others who could benefit from it. And when I say others, I mean thousands. More if you enlarge that to all those who he influenced and the lives he shaped by extension through his incredible family of men he sponsored over the many decades of his own sobriety. No human being is as directly responsible for me getting to have a life that I care about more than Jim. There are a hundred stories I...