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In Loving Memory
James Thomas Robison
19 February 1922 ~ 03 May 2017
Blessings to everyone, I thank you for joining together today for the Honorable Remembrance of my beloved Uncle James Thomas Robison... elder brother of my mother, and saint of the Robison family if there ever was one born among their generation. My uncle James passed on May 3rd 2017 at the age of 95 in Selma, California.
My uncle James was born the youngest son of my grandparents children, they had 4 total though lost one as a baby, leaving the eldest my uncle Bill, uncle James and then my mother the baby and only living female. As I said, out of them all, it was my uncle James who was reflected as the prize jewel of the Robison family... and he lived up to that pedistool of respect being deserved of him.
On this day, those who could be present with his family, you will hear many of the great things and stories of my uncle James life growing up and growing old, all the things he did, successes he's accomplished, and likely some of the shenanigans he and his elder brother Bill would pull off that I know were fond memories of his baby sister. If you listen, what you will hear shine through overall, is the LOVE and the Honor that flowed through this man's heart, veins and outwardly throughout the Entirely his life... the true examples of how a human being can live a completely Honorable life, in every way that a human being should strive to.
According to the legends of our family, uncle James was "The perfect son" according to his mother, my wicked and un-satisfiable grandmother who would be quick to tell you he did no wrong nor brought any shame upon the honor of the family- which speaks volumes as to my uncle James noble and honorable character... even evil could find no fault in him! Uncle James was a wonderful brother according to his siblings from what I ever heard from the both of them, always were they singing his praises and about how Proud they were to have him as their brother.
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My personal perspectives on the lives we live as human beings, is best explained in the example of the teachings of Bear Clan by the native American "Indian" peoples, in that we are born but baby cubs upon mother earth... our parent bears our gift and hopefully we prove to be their blessing. As we grow, we learn the ways of our parent bears, who in turn learned their ways from their parent bears, and so back through our generations. They teach us that which we need to know and build in us the instincts we will come to one day rely upon when the day, as has today with my uncle James has come that he is no longer around Physically able to lead his cubs.
As they - our parent bears teach us, so too have they pointed us and lead us upon the good medicine (Red) Road toward the honorable road to Great Creator and our ancestor relations... to them it's the happy hunting grounds, to most the rest of us it's the kingdom of heaven. Wherever you believe to call it, it's the place of glory, overfilled with good and no sign of bad medicine... depending on the honor we attain while we travel our journey down here as they before us did. On that honor alone, I Know that my uncle James has been welcomed and is being showered in eternal bliss.
But too, I also know and believe that they by far are sleeping somewhere. If you look to the teachings of the bible, it is emphasized that we as their cubs are Their obligatory responsibility, until our lineage is no more, and if you look at the descendants of my uncle James family I think it's fair to conclude that That's Far from being an issue of concern anytime soon. Though we were not Put here as a blessing, if our parent bears do things right, we will prove to Be a blessing, else we be a curse and if we be a curse then such reflects on the whole of our tree including the honor of our ancestors. When you look at my uncle James children, and too, his grandchildren... again it's pretty fair to conclude that uncle James Is found Honorable, and in his grandchildren you can also clearly see that his children continue to bring honor to their family tree.
Uncle James joined the Navy after the bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941. His MOS was as a gunner's mate on an anti-aircraft gun. Uncle James spent 22 months overseas during World War 2, where he split his service between the tiny island of Banika in the Solomons and the USS Wright, a submarine tender. He was recalled to duty during the Korean War before returning to civilian life and ultimately honorably discharged.
My father, another of the dinosaur breed of genuine heroes such as my uncles, my brother Aaron, and all my generations passed of my fathers who were our heroes are the ones whose bravery as well as sacrifices and sufferings... had a great deal of respect for my Uncle James, which held great volumes of merit as my father, especially after almost 4 years as a POW to the Japanese in the first of the 2 wars he personally fought had little if any respect for most human beings... but uncle James he not only respected, he praised what a good and honorable man he was and to me that says it all, and nothing else need be said about it. Honor and respect were "Earned, not given" is how he always raised me, and seeing my fathers respect Only for my uncle James out of my mothers siblings considering Both her brothers served, spoke immeasurable Volumes to me and confirmed my uncle James was and will forever be reflected as an honorable man.
In addition to being the pride to his family, my uncle James also proved himself to all the world that he is a genuine Hero to all of us born upon and are citizens of our land when he Bravely volunteered himself into the United States Navy after graduating Fremont High School in Los Angeles, California, and honorably served in the Asiatic Pacific during World War 2 along with his brother and the many others courageously facing all the horrific adversity and atrocities they did in effort of preserving our freedom... and he maintained the subsistence to that which men with him endured for All of our sake. Men like my uncle James are the dinosaur breed that we are being left with not enough of, and for us ALL, knowing that, my heart breaks.
After his service in the military, uncle James married and then remained a loving husband to the love of his life since September of 1944, when he married the future mother of his children and the reflective proof of the beauty of their love remains among us in their children, and continuing to be blessed forward in their grandchildren and hopefully the greats to come. Uncle James was truly an amazing father,who loved his children beyond measure from what I remember, and from what I know, he's an irreplaceable treasure to his 10 grandchildren and all of the rest of us in the family who had the privilege of coming to know and love him as we all have. went on to become the Vice President of the Whittier Office of Security Pacific National Bank where he worked devotedly for 42 years until his retirement.
Uncle James knew and sincerely believed in the fact that the true treasures in one's life to be attainable here on mother earth are found within that of their family, and as you will see, my uncle James was blessed in abundance with he and aunt Thema's fortune... all each reflecting their own unique qualities and characteristics instilled into them, meaning that he and she Both will Continue to live on physically among us Spiritually...but physically too in all of them.[ I remember my father always when referencing to my uncle James family saying "Yeah them Robison's breed like rabbits!" That being the blessing proves and says it best at how blessed he and the flourishing branches of his tree is and surely will continue to prove to be blessed.
It is truly a SAD day for all of us in so many ways, though too it's a day we happily celebrate his returning home to his family, the love of his life, and to the arms and bosom of our Great Creator because for all of them, it's truly a blessed day as they finally have welcomed uncle James home to our family circle at the throne. In that, and for his and their sake, we fight back our selfish pains of the void we have left that will never be healed until we join them again in Creator's time, and all watching over us with him... but the tears... the tears cannot be restrained... nor should they be.
Today, though my heart too is broken at the loss of my last and best uncle role-model I'll ever have, more so is it breaking for the pain and sorrow of my family because I know their pain all too well, as sure as I know it has yet to actually begin to seep in exactly what All has been lost to them now that he's no longer physically among us. I know there is no real comfort and that the pain tends to never go away, just that time passes forward and we will forever find ourselves missing them no matter what reminds us of their absence. I find comfort in knowing that my cousins have not only one another and their relations, but that they will each maintain that cosmic connection and too, in knowing that their reflections of life with him shine good.
One of the most essential things that I can possibly think to pass along to them that hopefully they know and or come to realize, is as my father said to me: "Though God's about to take my ole broken down and worn out body, I will Always be where my heart is, and my heart will Always be with you, even if I do stray off here and there, I will Always be with you - your my heart." For those of you who knew my father, you know he was Far from the affectionate and love expressing human being, especially in comparison to how my uncle James was - they were as day and night Especially in matters of the heart... so, how much More of a comforting promise is their to be had in that reality when it comes to my cousins and their children and the loved ones who filled every inch of my uncle's heart.
As the descendant black sheep of my mother, who willingly chose to become a black sheep by her own life's actions, though I wasn't as blessed to have been around my uncle James or his family as much as I wish I could have been, deep and great pride in them has always been reflected in me, and my loving respect for all of them continues as well as strengthens even more this day forward as they now walk the same road absent of their parent bears like me... sad as it is for us all.
The 21 gun salute that you will hear being shot in honor of my uncle James doesn't even BEGIN to do him true and proper justice... I doubt there would be enough ammunition To show the honor and respect he truly deserves... but I am grateful he will have at least that... and too, as I can see in my mind, there is quite the endless fireworks show being shot in your honor throughout the heavens today as they're all so happy to finally have you home. Seeing the Love and Happiness in aunt Thelma's eyes as you walked through that pearly gate made of pure gold... warms my heart to the degree that I can smile.
If any of our ancestor relation deserves the treasures and kingdom of paradise it's you uncle James... you've earned it in every aspect and I KNOW Great Creator is Beyond greatly pleased in you. I am thankful that you are my uncle, for the example you lived, and for the examples of blessing and goodness you've left behind in your children, their children and all the children of them yet to come. Though I wish I had gotten to know and be around you and they more, I am eternally blessed as well as Thankful for the great memories of being around you that I have to reflect and cling onto and the memories I've yet to learn about you. In them, and your baby bears - your not lost nor Ever forgotten.
May our hearts remain filled with the loving memories of you. Please watch over us uncle James as we still and always will remain dependent on you and our loved ones now among you in the realms of broader vision and greater wisdom. The butterflies will carry our love and messages to you, and on the backs of the hummingbirds we will happily be visited by you again. Until then, know that the binds of love cannot be unbroken nor ever undone and that you are eternally loved by All of your relations.
