Obituary of James I. Brown

James I Brown

02/14/1939 - 09/27/2019

 

   What words can you use to describe a man like him? Of course you can use the usual ones, loving father, husband, friend. A man who proudly served his country in the Navy. 

But he was so much more than that. He was never afraid to speak his mind and offer his opinion, even if you wanted it or not. He did not always say what he felt when it came to someone he cared about. Yet, you always knew by how much he would give and do to help those he cared about. He was always there for me when I needed him the most. 

   I know he would not want us to be sad and shed tears of sadness for him. For now, he is with the woman he loved the most, my mom, Joan E Brown. Instead, he would want us to remember him the way he was. 

And with that, I ask everyone to not be sad. But remember the good he brought into our lives. Please share your stories with us. Here is but one of many great memories I have of the man I called Dad. 

 

Before we moved to Florida in 1976, we lived in a tiny town called Greenville, Ohio. I could not have been more than 6 years old at the time. He purchased an old Honda 305 Dream motorcycle. I remember riding on the back wearing his black 3/4 helmet with my head bobbing around  inside. Holding onto him tightly so I wouldn’t fall off, cruising past the farm land. I was smiling the whole time. When I was a teenager in Tampa, he refused to allow me to get one. He didn’t want me to get hurt. When I finally got my first motorcycle this year. We sat and reminisced about the old 305. I told him it was because of that day and that memory, I had always wanted my own motorcycle. Every time I ride, I always remember that day. 

 

My sister, Debbie Oravetz wanted me to write her story for her. 

 

“What I remember about Dad

Sunday drives in the country, driving so fast over the hills it felt like a roller coaster

Coming to the rescue when the car me and 3 of my girlfriends broke down and were left stranded in a tiny town in Georgia

Bringing home farm animals and insisting they were “food” but giving in when they became our pets.

The beautiful way he danced with my Mom

Always finding a way to give us everything we needed and most of what we wanted even though we were often “broke”

He fell in love with a beautiful woman and her little girl and gave them the best life he could.

Debbie”

 

Once again, I ask everyone to share a memory of “Jim” and not to be sad. 

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