I got The Call yesterday morning. I just submitted this to a local newspaper for my father, only I removed the proper names for this blog. Naturally there are volumes that I left out of this terse announcement, but they're not necessary. Rest in peace, Dad.
James [my father] died Monday, January 21, 2008 in Durham, North Carolina. He was 85. Born July 13, 1922 in Chicago, Illinois, he was the son of the late [grandfather] and [grandmother]. The family moved to Asheville in the mid-1930s.
“Jim” attended Georgia Tech before WWII, when he served in the U. S. First Army, landing in France in August 1944 and serving throughout the Battle of the Bulge and the crossing of the Ruhr and Rhine rivers.
He later graduated from Northwestern University and was employed by the American Can Company near Chicago, Illinois.
He was married in 1949 to [my mother] of [small town], Michigan.
He retired in 1980 and returned to Asheville where he was active in Alcoholics Anonymous service for 25 years.
He is survived by his daughters, [sister] of [her town], Texas, and [myself] of St. Michaels, Maryland, and six grandchildren.
Interment arrangements are pending.