I remember him passing. The state he was in, he was happy to go.a little sad but when I think of him, im more appreciative of his attitude than anything. I recall wondering what would happen to all his bows. Im glad to see one. To some a bow is just a stick. They are wrong. It was a stick, until its creator invested some of his life and his personality into it, fusing with all his life experience that led him to that very moment, to the very singular wood chip he is making at that second, to become a bending, working, functional thing that almost meets the standards to be describednas living. Think of all the life he put in that bow. That bow and all his bows, exemplify Mims more so than any other memory. Its exactly what he wanted it to be. Congratulations on being chosen as the care taker.
