Uncle Jimmy was my doorway to making health and fitness a part of my life. From learning to dive to doing flips on the trampolines to working out at the gym to many fun ski trips! Now that I think back, he was a father figure for me. And we became friends because it. He was always fun to hang out with and I can still hear him say, "whatcha matter wit you? Don' worry about it!"
Much love Uncle Jimmy! You are deeply missed and never forgotten.
For me, Uncle "Jimmy" came to being when I was quite small, visiting Aunt Nellie's home in Iowa. I don't recall it very well, but the memory is there. Next, I recall a visit to AZ, where we spent time at their home. We played with Robin and Uncle James was, most memorably, sitting in the kitchen, reading a newspaper and conversing with Aunt Betsy. A few years later, we moved to AZ and I got to know him much better.
He seemed to me to be a strong man and a strong-willed man. He saw things his way and was very certain of himself. I got to know him as a proud father and always a central part of the larger family. His presence at any family gathering was essential and he added a special flavor to our gatherings. When I brought my first real girlfriend over to a family gathering, Uncle James immediately made her feel like part of the family. I'll bet Elisa remembers him to this day, though we split up in the freshman year of college. And the memories of him teaching Susan and other family members how to dive into the pool and swim are still fresh.
Though he was never what anyone would consider an orthodox jew, he was what everyone would consider a devoted jew- it was in his heart and his very fabric.
Everything about him told you he was a tough man, but a loving man and family always came first. I guess if I had to say, he was an outstanding role model who led by example. Though I was not there near the end, I hear that, true to form, he continued to struggle to be strong/young and independent. I feel honored to be in the same family with Uncle James.
Robin, Susan, Danny, and Carla... I am so sorry for your loss. Your father, uncle was always a "kick" to be around. I loved speaking French with him after my return from my year in Paris. Very sad for me to find this out today.
I am deeply sorry for your loss. May you find comfort in God, Family and Friends. Luke 1:78
I'll never forget you, and pray for you from Israel, the land of your people.?? ???? ????
James was for his french family the very image of what is the best in the american people : spontaneous, just, good, proud, happy living, sharing the joy and happiness around him. Every time he visited us, it was a true celebration to see him with his radiant smile which illuminated everybody around him. It was funny when he mixed and migled arabic, jewish, french and american words and expressions, but that was his charm.
He will be deeply missed but will always remains in our hearts.
Dear Dad: Thank you so much. I love you. I will always strive to follow your advice to have fun and be careful. <3