James P. Markowski

Think of Jim all the time. Friday is not just a day on the calendar, it was the day we met for coffee. I miss our Fridays and my heart continues to go out for Barb, Andy, Gina and the little ones that are probably not so little anymore. God bless you Jim and your family.

I think of Jim and miss the possibility of running into him every time I go to the range. He easily found his way into many hearts.

I still think of Jim often. His was a competitive guy in everything he did, and what he did was always exceptional. He left us too early in life. Rest in peace my friend. You are not forgotten.....Stan Comforti

Barbara and family I pray your loving memories have taken over from the pain of his passing

I think of Jim often and still can't believe he's gone. Jim was a great worker, friend, and family man. He'll be missed. Rest in peace, my friend. Stan Comforti

After saying hello to each other while grabbing a coffee on our way to work at a local news stand, Jimmy invited me to sit down and chat with him on a Saturday morning. It was the start of a great friendship of 20+ years. He was a really good guy and he helped a lot of us be a better person. Two years ago today Jimmy went into the hospital and I miss him every day.

I cannot go to the Agawam Revolver Club range without thinking of Jim and the gentle way he taught deadly arts. I'm sure he continues to engage with the forces of good in the fight against evil. To Jim's family... know that he is missed by a very many unknown to you. Cherish your memories.

I think of you every day, my friend. Every black truck that goes by. All the texts we would´ve shared. Friday morning coffee. To Barbara, Andy and Kirsten, Gina and AJ. And the kids. The world was a better place with Jim. And now Jim has made Heaven a better place, but too soon. I miss you, my brother.

Although it is November 2022, I send my condolences to Jim's wife and kids and all succeeding grandkids. I am/was a distant cousin of Jim's (and John's) and last saw Jim when I was about 8 or 9 as Jim, John, and my two brothers once or twice visited them and Aunt Maryann and Uncle Ed when they lived in Greenpoint. We played basketball at a nearby playground. Unfortunately, I had not seen Jim since I was 8 or 9 and happened to see this information now. So, again, my condolences again ...