Jamie upon arrival in Paris, May 2011. This photo, taken by yours truly, would have made a suitable book jacket one. Of his myriad talents, Jamie wrote beautifully. He was a purely kind and generous soul who had most recently found his calling as an EMT.
He had so many plans with the ultimate goal of continuing to help save lives as a doctor. I am amazed by how meticulously he had arranged his various med school application files as I sift through his belongings in my attempt to make sense of his death.
A “New Yorker”-caliber editor when we met in February 2002, Jamie was hyper-intellectual with a crackling wit. Often bedecked in a bow tie and always bespectacled, he was a debonairly charming man.
Jamie was my most precious friend and a big brother among little ones. I am absolutely broken without him.
I am wistful that all of the love for Jamie, which so many have exhibited and for which I am ever-grateful, might have saved him had he known, but I don’t fool myself.
I will continue to honor Jamie for the rest of my life by advocating for the destigmatization of addiction and raising money to fund research for its treatment.