For anyone wanting to know who Jamie O'Hara was, beneath the handsome face, his best known song gives us an insightful picture. Jamie really DID long for those "good ol' days" that he was asking his grandpa to describe. He was sincerely hurt by the way he saw us all live, and he wondered why we didn't all slow down to a speed that would allow us to talk, not chatter, to care for one another, not blindly pass each other. While we lived together in college, his father gave Jamie a guitar. From his first efforts, it was immediately apparent that his father must have instinctively known something about his boy.... Jamie mastered guitar playing and moved directly into musical composition, in no time. He walked onto a stages and performed to large groups as if he had decades of experience already! "Daddies never really go away", for me, was always a statement of his longing for the father who left him too early. Jamie and I sat up evenings, discussing religion. I was a student of religion, Jamie a new recruit into the popular wave of Christianity that was washing over our universities in those days. It was in those times that I got to know some of what made Jamie tick. He was energized by the most noble of principles. He took the teachings of Jesus to heart, and, as far as I know, never looked back. We lost track of each other. I moved to California, Jamie moved to Nashville, and the next time I heard Jamie's voice, it was over the radio. I've never known a kinder individual. There was simply nothing about Jamie that wasn't lovable. Good-bye, dear friend. And thank you for all you gave us. Life has been immeasurably better because of you.