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SJ / Personal Remarks from the Service - 

Hi everyone. For those of you I don’t know — although I think I know almost everyone here — I’m Sam, my dad’s oldest kid. And I just want to thank all of you for being here today. It means a lot to see so many people from different parts of his life.

Standing here is hard. This isn’t where we thought we’d be today. But seeing all of you — it just reminds me of how many people he cared for, and how many people cared for him. It brings me a lot of comfort to know how loved he was. And I hope, wherever he is right now, he can see and feel this love.

All three of us — me, my brother, and my sister — we each had our own special and unique relationship with our dad.

For me and my dad, he definitely passed down the “debate gene,” the same one he and Uncle Bill have. We could and would debate all kinds of things. A lot of the time it was about social justice, or psychology, or mental health, whatever big thing was happening in the world at that time or even something as silly as taking vitamins or drinking green juice and whether they were good for you or not. We also shared that personality trait where we would fixate on a random topic and get so excited about it — whether it was a fact we just learned for the first time and we wanted to learn more and to fact check that fact, something we were just generally curious about, a new show that we were excited to watch, or even a recipe we wanted to try. And then we would go down those rabbit holes, researching, fact-checking, binge watching the show or immediately going to the grocery store and getting everything we needed to make that recipe.

That was a big part of our bond.

That curiosity.

That need to understand the meaning behind things.

That instinct to question, to dig deeper, to explore, to try.

That’s something he passed on to me, and I’m forever grateful for it.

When we were in my dad’s apartment cleaning it out, we found this little bonsai tree Lego set he had started. Seeing it made me emotional for a few different reasons. First, it was just something so sweet. And it reminded me that even while he was struggling, he was still trying — trying to bring some joy into his space, trying to find some peace, trying to create some sense of normalcy, for lack of a better word.

Our family has always loved little games and puzzles and things you can tinker with. We each have our own version of that. And it felt like this was his way of staying connected to that happiness and to us through everything he was dealing with.

But I also know he didn’t choose that bonsai tree at random. Whenever he got into something, it was because it resonated with him — whether it was funny, historical, educational, sentimental, or symbolic. And of course, I immediately went down one of those rabbit holes to look up more about bonsai trees. So I’ll share a little bit about what I learned.

Bonsai trees represent a lot of really beautiful things.

They represent patience. Resilience. Steady growth.

They represent the idea that beauty can exist in something that has been through a lot. And people are often drawn to bonsai trees during times of transition, grief, or personal struggle.

The Lego set had two options: you could build it with just the green leaves, or you could choose the flowering bonsai with little blossoms. When Kristina and I finished it, I had chosen the flowering version — mostly because it felt more complete and, honestly, it was prettier.

But later I wondered if there was a difference in meaning between flowering and non-flowering bonsai, and I learned that a flowering bonsai symbolizes hope. It symbolizes renewal. It symbolizes softness and peace returning after hardship.

All of this made me so sad but meant so much to me because in that moment, I knew how much he was trying.

Trying to bring peace into his space.

Trying to hold on to something positive.

Trying to feel grounded again, even in the midst of everything he was experiencing

I’m so grateful we got to finish it because it feels like the last thing we got to do together. And I’m grateful this is something we get to hold onto, because it will always remind me that he tried and that his struggles were only a part of his journey. They were never who he was at his core.

And I pray, with all my heart, that he has found peace. That he can rest.

Everyday, I will imagine him looking down at us, enjoying everything he loved through us — the laughter, the ridiculous jokes, the meals, the dog walks, watching football, the debates that I know he will be yelling his opinion at us or calling BS on something from wherever he is.

I hope he knows how much we love him. He was never alone. And he’s not alone now.

And to my brother and sister — Dad loved us so much. And I love you both so much. I know how proud he is of us in this moment, and in how we’re taking care of each other and honoring him the best way we know how.

We love you Dad.

David Cecil James
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I am Bill James, David’s brother. There’s no way to adequately convey a complete understanding of who David was, but I want very much to share some details and memories that might shed some light on his character.

Throughout our lives, despite our 6 1/2 year age difference, we had many periods when we played and hung out together. As life went on, we found many shared interests (as well as shared chores from our Mom.) Though David often relied on me as his big brother, I also relied on his friendship immensely. David was sensitive, funny, intelligent, and adventurous.

Throughout or lives, we shared a love of football and track. David grew into an excellent athlete, playing both sports through high school. We were always looking for ways to play sports together. I remember when I was in college and David was in high school, we set up a makeshift high jump pit in our garage, despite more than a few mishaps when we would miss the landing area. We used to love playing this old board game simulating past Olympic Decathlon competitions. Many, many years later, David managed to find a new version of the game and surprised me with it as a Christmas gift. He was thoughtful. David’s love of sports continued throughout his life through a stint as a high school football coach, coaching and being very active in his kids’ sports, staging many Thanksgiving football games, and becoming a diver.

A couple of years after graduating from high school in 1981, David joined the U.S. Navy. He was trained as an expert sonar operator on P-3 Orion submarine hunting aircraft, rising to the rank of Petty Officer. David was designated the leader of his company upon graduation, and, given the risks of his role as an air crewman, also graduated from Search, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape (SERE) school. Another thing he learned to do was to eat - a lot and very fast! My wife Joan and I went to dinner with him shortly after his return, and he managed to order and eat two full dinners in the time that we had one, while carrying on a conversation! David served overseas for a substantial period of time. Despite significant back and hearing injuries from 12+ hour flights at low altitudes and in turbulent conditions, David deeply valued his years of naval service. I was very proud of him, and I admired his courage and determination.

David pursued a career in construction management following his active naval service. He moved into commercial construction management and found his niche. He discovered that he was very skilled at making key decisions that required integrating detailed knowledge of construction with an understanding of finance, contracts, and most importantly, client perspectives. He helped transform a local Napa company, James Nolan, into a much larger, successful commercial construction firm. He then joined Ledcor, a large Canadian construction company, where he ultimately led U.S. operations. Along the way, he formed many friendships with colleagues and clients.

David loved his family very, very much. He and Lisa raised three great kids, Samantha, Jack, and Sadie, and he loved to talk about them all the time. He told me many times how lucky he was to be their Dad. Cooking was a creative outlet for David, and he was an excellent cook. He loved cooking for people (although cleanup wasn’t really his strong suit.) I remember a time when he spent several days planning the menu for a birthday gathering for Sandy. David had a special relationship with our Mom, Pat. He visited her often and liked to share recipes with her and cook for her. David was so happy to attend his son Jack’s wedding to Kristina this year, where he got to spend time with Samantha and Sadie as well. He knew that he was blessed to have received so much support and love from so many.

David was intelligent, inquisitive, and passionate. He was outspoken and articulate, and he was always ready to debate. Our discussions were always long, loud, and thought-provoking. We often ended up researching issues and sharing our results with each other to prove our points. But underlying his passion was a deep wellspring of empathy. In his immediate life, all he wanted to do was to provide and care for the people and animals that he loved. On a larger scale, David empathized with those less fortunate and wanted to understand and find ways to help them. This led to a lifelong interest in public policy. We often agreed and disagreed, but I always loved and admired David’s ability to see other perspectives.

David was funny and irreverent. He liked to see the humor in life’s various situations, and we laughed a lot together. I recall a day, back when I was in college, where I returned to our house to find the lights on, the TV on, the couch a jumbled mess of pillows and blankets. When I started turning everything off, David’s voice emerged from under the pillows, “I was watching that!” David loved watching football, and always upgraded his TV to bigger models with better pictures. Years later, I consulted him about buying a new TV, but when I informed him that we didn’t want anything bigger than 42 inches, he responded “I will not dignify this conversation by talking further.” David would often select and hand out gifts at the James family Christmas party. When he would get his own gifts, usually a piece of clothing, he liked to shake the box vigorously and muse “I wonder what this could be …?”

I will think of David as a sensitive, caring, adventurous and intelligent man who, despite many personal challenges, did his very best to care for those he loved and to persevere in finding a way to be a better person. I am glad that I got to be his brother, and I will remember him every day.
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He was loved so much and missed more. You will always be my baby boy
What a sweet sweet man. We will miss him with you. May he rest in peace.
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You are gone David but never forgotten. Our memories go back for a lifetime and are happy ones.

I remember when you were born and lived with us in Houston. Your grandfather for whom you were named showered you with love.  This was the beginning of a full life filled with wonderful memories. Your legacy will be remembered, and your mark is on all of us 

RIP David 

Love,

Uncle Mike 

I am deeply saddened to hear of David’s passing. PTSD is an incredibly difficult and painful scourge to live with. Please know all of you are deeply in my heart, and thoughts.  And, most importantly, I send only peace and calm to David. May his soul be comforted, and at peace. He gave so much, to so many. I hope both He, and all of your family, will someday soon find quiet and stillness in his passing.  With much Love, Christine
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