"He was my baby twin—not little, but bigger than me. He called me his Sissypoo. Life will never be the same. Now he can rest with Molly, his wife. Everyone loved him. I’ll miss you." - his sister

Jimmy “Jimbo” Waddington was the kind of person who left an imprint wherever he went, not just through his presence but through his unmistakable warmth and humor. He had a way of making life brighter, lighter, and just a little more fun. To his family, he wasn’t just a brother or an uncle—he was their Jimbo, the one who could make them laugh, even on the hardest days.

As a twin, he shared a bond with his sister that was as unbreakable as it was unique. “He called me his Sissypoo,” she remembers, a simple phrase carrying the weight of a lifetime of memories. Though he was her “baby twin,” his larger-than-life personality filled every room he entered.

Jimmy’s love for his late wife, Molly, was the cornerstone of his life. Now, his family finds comfort in knowing they are together again, their love eternal. To those who knew him, he wasn’t just a man—they saw a kind-hearted soul, someone who cared deeply and was loved by everyone lucky enough to know him.

It is a tragedy that the same cruel epidemic that took his nephew Chuck also took him, two bright spirits lost too soon to an unrelenting storm. Though they walked separate paths, their stories are now forever intertwined, their memories a reminder of the fragility of life and the strength of love.

They should still be here, their laughter filling rooms, their hearts pouring love into the lives of those who adored them. But now, we carry their light in the stories we tell and the moments we remember, holding them close as we try to make sense of the senseless.

Rest easy, Jimbo. You were deeply loved, and your memory will forever bring warmth and smiles to the people who knew you best.