Sad Post. 🙁

I tried so hard to make people aware of my friend's condition, and just how bad it was before he died. Constantly shaking. Constantly falling. And practically hallucinating on a daily basis. Here's an example:

ME: "I've always loved these pictures from the House of Blues gig. This shot of Toke enjoying the show (circa 2005) from the audience is priceless for the smile on his face!"

JIMMY: "We never played House of Blues."

ME: "Of course you did. See all these pics? We were all there that night."

JIMMY: "No, we never played there. Your pictures must be wrong. If we played there, I'd remember."

ME: "Isn't this you in this picture?"

JIMMY: "Obviously you are making a joke, Angelle."

ME: "Are you hungry for dinner yet? Let me get you some food."

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Jimmy Black Memory

Published by Angelle Sheridan 12/30/2015

Hey, folks. Happy New Year! 🙂

A shout out to my long-time friends here who are also friends with our dearly beloved Jimmy Black. Stop by the house in Willoughby and see him if you can.

He hasn't been well this year at all, and is a real shut-in. So if you DO stop by, go to the back door. Knock. If no one answers, try the knob, and yell towards the upstairs of the house. DON'T BE SHY!!!! Get him and Steve (who is constantly in and out of the hospital) to visit with you for awhile. There may only be so many chances left.

If you're a really old, close friend, let yourself in. Post up on the couch after you hollar upstairs. But go see them. Whenever you can. I don't think Jimmy will ever play music on a stage again, and might not see 2017 at all. For real.

I forgive you, Jimmy, for all the horrible things you said and did while you were getting sicker and sicker. Alcoholic dementia is an ugly thing. :(

I forgive you for every time I lifted you in and out of the urine-filled bathtub, changing your sheets and wiping you when you messed bed. For picking you up when you would fall, walking across the house or the yard. I loved cooking for you, bringing his meals to your room, and helping you walk to the table to eat. I forgive you for six inches of squirrel poop and urine I had to clean from the second floor. And I forgive Steve, for the hundreds of pounds of empty beer cans you and I cleaned from his room. I also forgive Steve for being so constantly drunk that he spent all the rent money ordering take out every day while letting the electricity to be disconnected.

I tried very hard to get your family more involved the last few years you were alive, and I'm sure they did the best they knew how. But sadly, no one took the news seriously about just how bad your were doing. I tried very hard to inform people, while still being respectful. But I couldn't even get help to try and get you on disability. By the 4th time the bathtub filled up with urine after being sanitized, I had to leave.

I know you never forgave me for going back to Danny.

I will publish our story online, everywhere I can, to ensure that the untrue stuff if forgotten, the truth is known, and the haters finally stop doing damage to me, like hacking my files etc.

I Love you, Jimmy, eternally. <3

Jimmy, My Love, my life-long friend--I forgive you for the mistakes you made, for the things you said and did while your brain was dying, for things you said to me, and things you said about me.  You were dying.  And no one believed it but me and the few who showed up to your 60th birthday party we had in your front yard. 

I forgive Steve, too.  He was on the same path, and did not have presence of mind back then.  I hope he is better now.  I forgive you, Steve, for the mistakes you made.  

Jimmy, you were a very important part of my life for almost 40 years.  Your influence on me personally and musically is timeless and eternal.  

You will never be forgotten, and I will clear the air as best as I can where we went wrong.

I Love you, Jimmy

Love,

Angelle