"Mornin' ..."

That's how a typical instant message from my good friend and colleague Jim Seymour would start, most notably on the weekends, when Jim and I had an amazing knack for running into each other in our virtual community on a Saturday morning.

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Truth be known, I would sometimes hop online Saturday morning just hoping that Jim was around. We shared a love of talking about the market, and we'd converse at length about our favorite stocks and their futures. And every time, regardless of the topic, Jim would amaze me with some insight -- a nugget of undiscovered knowledge -- that would always be an important part of the puzzle we all try to complete.

Jim was a passionate thinker. There was always conviction behind his insights, a result of his incredible intellect -- his ability to combine the value of history with a knack for spotting the outliers, the change agents that would alter history going forward. While we wouldn't always agree -- and he always thought he was right -- I left every conversation as a more enlightened investor and, more importantly, a more enlightened person.

Jim's most special attribute was his compassion. He approached life with enthusiasm, optimism and vigor in both work and play. His compassion for his work showed in his writing and in the work of his clients and those who were fortunate to receive his tutelage, like Michael Dell. Yet his compassion was indiscriminate: It seemed as though Jim's primary mission was to share his knowledge to benefit others. I certainly gained from that harvest.

He was most compassionate about his family. He had unwavering care for his wife, Nora, and, most of all, his son, Graham. No conversation lapsed without a mention of Graham, how proud he was of his accomplishments and what their next big adventure would be -- whether a trip to a local merchant to procure some high-tech gizmo to a meticulously planned fly-fishing trip through the Rockies in a modified Land Rover, no doubt with some GPS mechanism Jim had supercharged to help locate the biggest trout. He was not only proud of Graham, he was engaged by the 11-year-old's creativity and curiosity, creating an environment that only spawned a greater thirst for knowledge from his son. Combined with his love (and an occasional reality check from Mom), a child couldn't ask for more.

Jim's death leaves voids no one person can fill. Yet, Jim left plenty of instructions, from his prolific writings to the personal enlightenment he provided so many. His legacy will endure in many of us.

Jim, you were a dear friend, and I will miss you. Whether it was my new home wireless network, the market's next move or even how to tie the best flies, you always added insight and that Seymour sense of humor. Most of all, you made me a better person and the world a better place. May we find a way to embrace and spread the compassion you brought to life.

Christopher S. Edmonds is vice president and director of research at Pritchard Capital Partners, a New Orleans energy investment firm. He is based in Atlanta. He welcomes your feedback and invites you to send it to

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