Goodbye, old friend

We got word of the passing in Columbus, Ohio of Jim Harris.  Jim Harris was a warrior, a mentor, and a role model for me for most of my life. 

I came to know Jim Harris when he came to our family in 1960, as a young Marine who was assigned to my father as a cook.  That was back in the day when the armed services allowed members to work in General Officer's quarters as cooks and "stewards".  This practice was abandoned in the 1970's or 80's for the most part. 

Harris came to us just after my birth mother had died, and for the next 6 years, basically became our surragate parent.  He traveled with us from California to Parris Island, SC, then later, joined my father out in Viet Nam when he did a tour of duty out there. 

Jim married, and had children, and his proudest moments where when he invited us over to show us his new house and family in Washington DC.  His wife died suddenly a few years later, and he basically raised his children as a single parent. 

I mentioned Jim was a warrior-  in addition to being a Warrior as far as the Marine Corps was concerned, (he was in for 12 years), he was a warrior for his family, and for his church.  His dad was a minister, and Jim was a leader in his church family. 

Jim and I shared a special bond.  As a sophomore in high school, growing up in the turbulent 60's, Jim Harris was my rock.  His quiet dignity during the formulative times of my life in the South in the early 60's went a long way in helping me understand some of the bigger questions in life. 

We would have long conversations about the state of things, believe me it was confusing to be introduced to Southern Segregation as a happy go lucky Californian back in those days.  His taciturn acceptance of things taught me a lot about tolerance and finding the good and value in all human beings. 

After his Marine time, Jim settled back home in Columbus Ohio, and worked for the state of Ohio for the rest of his business life.  He was dedicated to raising his family, taking care of his church family, and being a deacon of what was right and good. 

We were able to visit from time to time, and he made a special trip to attend my father's funeral when he passed several years ago. 

I will have a special place in my heart for Jim.  I will miss him terribly, and think of him often.  I know he will rest in peace, as his good work here on Earth is now done. 

My thoughts are with his family and friends. 

Good bye, old friend.