James was raised in Tamworth NH by parents, James & Susan Walker. He left behind his wife Tessa Lewis Walker & 2 children, Alexandra Walker age 8 and Rudy James Walker age 17 months. He has 2 siblings, Jennifer Blake and Adam Walker. He was a loving and devoted Father & husband. His favorite activities were coaching his daughter's softball team, playing men's softball for Madison, and spending time with his family.
Thank you so much to everyone who's taken the time to leave a message here. It means so much to me and the kids. The first thing I do in the morning is check this site and it's the last thing I do at the end of the day. It just helps to know that I'm not the only one who's missing him.
Thank You.
Tessa
Donations can be sent to the Army Barracks at 16 Proctor street in Salem, MA 01970. Any checks can be made out to Tessa Walker and they will be deposited into a fund for the children.
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Hydie Bryan SSM\" Harry and David\" /Jimmy\'s classmate in HS said:It was so nice to see so many local people show up to show their support for Jim and his family on Saturday. It was a great turn out. Jim would be so pleased to know how many people have gone to bat for his family. Thank you so much to everyone who donated their time and energy to this event. We miss you Jimmy!26.08.2007 15:40
Dakota Delan said:hi alex i am so sorry about your loss but i will see you at school and have a great rest of the summer bye.!06.08.2007 08:33
Nancy Bradford said:Tessa and family, Just want you to know that you are in my prayers daily. I hope you and the kids are doing okay. My love to you all02.08.2007 12:07
Darleen Walker said:I'm so sorry for your lost. It seems like there is a reason why God takes the good people in early in life. I was young and lost my brother,I know the feeling your feeling down deep.I know he is watching you all the time,and you got to beleive he is alright,and wants you all to be happy threw life. We never know our last day of life,so just remenber to tell each other you love each other each day,and work on making each other happy.God Bless You...28.07.2007 11:22
BJ Parker said:Kristy-
I tried to call your cell phone but it says you aren't accepting calls. Feel free to call me anytime...we can hang out or just talk. I still work for the town and my number is in the book. I feel for you, Kristi. Please let me be there for you if I can be. 25.07.2007 21:23
BJ Parker said:My thoughts and prayers are with you and I would love the opportunity to make your daily life easier. It is hard to continue functioning when you are going through such a painful time. Grieving a loss so tragic, or any loss, is work. It is a process that can be different for everyone. Give yourself permission to feel when you need to feel, to cry when you need to cry and to laugh when you need to laugh. Know that there are grief support groups at the MET. Use your resources when you need them and take time for yourself. Learn about stages of grief and loss so you will know what to expect as you move through the process.
I am no expert on grief and loss but I took a workshop series and learned from people who had lost children, parents, spouses...etc. I got the most benefit from people who shared their experiences. One woman said she became angry at people for enjoying life. She said she would see a stranger smile and get angry at the normalcy of their life. She wanted to shout that her world was just turned upside down...
Another woman shared her experience with people avoiding her because they didn't know what to say. She said she wished people would talk to her about her husband and share stories because it kept him alive. She said when people talked about him, it helped her heal and reflect on her love for him.
I would like to end with a personal experience. This experience and other similar stories I've heard from other people helps me when dealing with loss. I hope it will help you too.
On December 26th, 2006, my son's grandfather died. He was not technically my father-in-law because I never married his son but I've known him since 1994. He was my son's PaPa. We all loved him dearly. I loved him for his relationship with my son and for his patience in life. I looked up to him. When faced with a difficult situation, I often thought about how he would handle it. He was the kindest man I know and he never complained.
There was a snow storm on the day of his funeral. On the way home, I was faced with a scary ride in Moultonboro. While waiting in a line of traffic while one vehicle at a time slid down the hill followed by another vehicle that fought their way up the hill, I said a prayer to PaPa.
I said, "I think you are in a better place than here but I can't be certain. If you can, please watch over me as I climb this hill and if you are in a better place, send me a sign. I want a sign using telephone wires (he was an electrician)."
I proceeded safely up the hill and went home. Two days later, on my way to work, I saw a bouquet of balloons attached to a telephone wire! I knew as soon as I saw them that he was happy. I cried and cried with relief but also with anger that I couldn't be there too. The remnants of the balloon are still there today. They are in Redstone near the entrance to East Conway Road. Look for them...you will see.
But this wasn't enough for me so I asked for another sign with a telephone wire and I got it a second time. It happened on one of the first warm days of the season. My daughter had been to a birthday party where she received one of those Gigantic Butterfly balloons found in Shaws for around 10.00 a piece. It was in my car when I picked her up from daycare. As I drove down Route 16, she said she was too hot and asked me to put the window down. I put the passenger window down about half way when out of nowhere, that balloon made it's way to the front passenger seat and out the window. As my daughter started to cry, I looked in my rearview mirror to see the balloon hung up on the telephone wire! Now THAT is more than a coincidence! I almost had a wreck as I stared in shock! I joined my daughter as I poured tears of relief.
I believe in my heart and soul that PaPa is watching over us. In fact, I believe the remnants of the first bouquet of balloons are there for you to see.
Jim is still with you. If you ask him to, maybe he can show you that he is still living. His body is gone but his soul is not. I hope my story helped. Alex...you played baseball with my son. Your daddy made a difference in my son's life and he is sharing your pain. I'm sorry that you have to go through life with your daddy in Heaven but please know that you are cared about. When you feel like it, we'd love to set up a play date.
25.07.2007 21:19
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