James B. Seitz

Hey Jim - We miss you!

We may not have lived close by but we did have some fun times. Our old motorhome looked pretty good parked out behind the house on - oops CRS! What was the name of the street there in Upton? Anyhow - remember the window of the rig "just breaking out" while it was sitting there? And we vacuumed up the glass - is that nutty or what? Vacuuming the outside! Oh well. We had some good visits while you were in NH, too. Remember when we parked on the side of...

Well Jim, been almost a year and a few things to report;

Cynthia reminded your two daughters that you would be doing a “chicken dance” if you saw them letting the two dogs lick the plate and pan. She caught Donna but Tina was "hiding" over in the living room. As you know by now, Lucky is roaming around up there with you in case you were wondering who the white fluff ball is.

Needless to say, we still make the hike up to Petersham to see how things are going. It still feels...

Nearly a year later and I am finally adding most of what I gave to the church for his memorial service. I didn't think I would cry so much doing this but I am. I miss you so much grampa......

The first memory that comes to my mind is way back when grampa had his pick up truck. I was young, not sure exactly what age, but myself and the younger family members climbed into the back of the truck, (when you could do that) and grampa treated us all to ice cream down at scoops ice cream on rt...

These words are from Donna, her daughters and friends.


Ben was right. I tried to come up with a few sentences to you what my favorite memories and thoughts were about my Daddy, and it is impossible to summarize a lifetime of treasures in a few words.

I was so lucky to have moments alone with Daddy in the last couple of weeks. I was able to thank him for teaching me total appreciation. He taught me to appreciate nature and everything in it. The smell and feel of fresh...

rec'd from Mike Seitz. Originally sent on 10/25/07 to the Church for the Eulogy.

My Friends say they are sorry for my loss. I thank them, and after some thought, I asked myself the question, "what have I lost?".

I have lost being able to sit with Dad on a Sunday Afternoon and discuss news, politics and power tools. I have lost having him along on various outings, and the amusing commentary on other drivers. Yes, I can still hear his voice. If I am still, I can hear his...