This is a tribute to a true dude. A dude who loves to run…who is a writer, and a scholar, and a gentleman. A man with a contagious smile; a dreamer, a relationship expert, the optimist, the pessimist, and the man who will wear bright orange Crocs without even second-guessing himself. This is a man who will sell his books one day (and actually already has one on Amazon), who is writing books now, who has a wild imagination, a huge heart, and a bit of a fetish with all things U2.
Seriously women — what’s NOT to love?
This is a tribute to a man who looks good in running shorts, and when he’s all dressed up to serve PDR meals on campus. To a man who is not afraid to say “dude” when he preaches, and who will preach like a madman in Friday’s Chapel Service (that was a plug for all of you to get your little butts to the chapel this Friday, btw).
This is a tribute to a man who plays frisbee with the best of them, and who plays basketball in a green shirt that says TEEM and in a Barbie doo rag. Hey, why not?
A true wine connoisseur, a passionate man, a skiier, and a brother who can laugh at Cleave when he’s falling asleep in an 8am discussion class. To one of the brothers in an amazing group of guys who gather together, to break bread and drink wine and share our lives, support one another, laugh, talk about junk and all that goes along with that. To the dude who actually asked to be dooced. I could just keep going on and on and on.
But I won’t.
To the dude. To Jamey. The true dude of all dudes. You will be missed in a few months…