15 years ago, we received a phone call that changed my family's life forever. It was, and remains to be, the saddest days of my life. On April 22, 1999 my Uncle Jim died suddenly at the age of 35. He was found my my grandparents. I'll never forget my mother collapsing with the phone in her hand while crying hysterically when she got the news. It was a Thursday. I even remember what I was watching on tv. That day is burned into my memory. James Murphy was a loving young man. He was a kind young man. He was my hero. I miss you everyday, Uncle Jim. Thank you for teaching me how to be a great uncle. I'm doing my best to be that to my nieces and nephews. Sadly, I know I could never be just like you. You were one on a million. I love you.