When I awoke this morning, I didn't know why the day opened gray and misty. Then I read the Times Dispatch and learned that one of the kinder, gentler souls to walk this City had been killed late Monday crossing West Broad Street.
Jimmy Walthall always had a smile on his face and, though it seems trite to say so, you could "feel the love" emanating from him.
It was gray today because the City has lost the light of his smile, his positive spirit, his boundless energy.
It was misting this morning because even the sky over Richmond grieves the loss of someone truly dear and sweet beyond measure.