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.