James Thomas BRINKMAN

I remember rock fights in the alley ( you could see them coming and move it´s was more like who can throw the furthest)when we got mad at each other, all the rubber bands your dad used to bring home, Mike chasing us down and messing with us( what big brothers do. Pheasant hunting behind my folks out in the field. Watching you play drums was great!, yeah, it was a long time ago, I was always hoping to reconnect, maybe someday, rest in peace, sorry you had to leave so early, Mark

Pheasant hunting at my mom and dads at the age of 17, watching you play drums, rest in peace Jim.

I am so deeply saddened to hear of Jim's passing. I will forever miss our conversations and laughs shared thru the last 20+ years of haircuts and friendship.

My heartfelt sympathy to the Brinkman family gone too soon!

Growing up down the street from each other, we became good friends as kids, though we lost touch with each other over the years, only seeing each other occasionally, I will always consider Jim a childhood friend, and our shenanigans over those years will always be memories I'll never forget...or regret. Rest in peace my friend.