James William Howell, 1946 - 2009, Rest in Peace
UPDATE (04/25/10): The stories are now in reverse chronological order (newest first) and are paginated. Jump to the latest story.
UPDATE (04/04/09): Here are the two slideshows we played at the funeral.
Jim's Mistress:
Jim's Mistress on Vimeo.
James W. Howell, 1946 - 2009, Rest in Peace:
James W. Howell, 1946 - 2009, RIP on Vimeo.
UPDATE (03/26/09): I want to start off by extending my family's gratitude to all of you for sharing your memories of my Dad, James W. Howell. We treasure every one of them. I'd also like to thank all of you who have come forward to support us during this time and all those of you who were able to celebrate his life during the service on Saturday. Thank you.
I'd also like to thank anyone who ever crossed paths with my Dad during his life, as every little moment of time adds up to the amazing life he lived, and all the love that he shared with the world. I think if he were here today, he would be overwhelmed at all the love and friendship he had in the world, because that's just the kind of man he was.
I plan to leave this site up indefinitely as a tribute to him, so feel free to continue sharing your stories. Over time I will add to the site, including photos and video, so feel free to stop back by from time to time. I'm always open to any suggestions and comments (LJHowell@gmail.com).
James William Howell passed away this morning at 7:25am (03/15/09) as a result of respiratory failure. He had been having some health problems recently, but this was completely unexpected.
It's hard to believe that we won't ever be able to speak to him again, or laugh with him or tell him how much we love him. I know that I will miss him dearly for the rest of my life.
However, there is no doubt he led a wonderful life. He did so many amazing things and touched many people's lives along the way. This website is a tribute to him and a way for those who knew him to celebrate his life, and to give some insight into what a great man he was.
Our family would love to hear some of your thoughts, your stories, the laughs you shared, or any favorite memory that comes to mind. Just enter your story in the form below (here) and click submit. It should show up directly below the form (here). You can also email me if that is easier for you (LJHowell@gmail.com). Please share photos if you have them - just email those to me and I will post them.
We are planning to have a funeral for him in Lander, Wyoming this coming Saturday (03/21/09). Following that, our family will spread his ashes in the Bighorn Mountains.
UPDATE (3/17/09) - Funeral & Reception Information:
Hudson's Funeral Home Chapel of Mount Hope
680 Mount Hope Drive, Lander, WY 82520 (Map) (Lander Hotels)
Saturday, 03/21/09, at 11am.
Following the funeral we plan to have a reception at Hunt Field Airport (Lander Airport) (Map). We also hope to have our Dad's RV-4 (photo) there.
We will also offer some time for anyone who would like to say a few words in his honor.
UPDATE #2 (3/17/09) - Cards:
If you would like to send a card, please use my parents home address:
Jim Howell & Maureen Donohoue
837 E. 17th Ave, Apt. 3G
Denver, CO 80218
Thank you to everyone who has reached out to us and to all of you who have shared your memories. It means a lot to everyone in our family.
Feel free to contact me at LJHowell@gmail.com if you have any questions.
Lucas Howell
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Thanks!
Lucas
Media
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Lander Journal Newspaper Article from July 30th, 1984.
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En Route to Spacecamp with Lucas Rogers and Lucas Howell (Summer, 1989?)
(Thanks Luke!).
I coached little Piper in volleyball and adored you. My thoughts and deepest sympathy go out to all of you.
Debbie Meredith
Once, Jim caught his toe on the mat during class and broke it. He sat down on the mat, realigned the bones, and insisted on finishing class. After seeing that, I wasn't sure *I* could finish class, but who am I to stand in the way of that kind of dedication/pain tolerance/masochism?
As I got to know him, it became clear what a rare and remarkable person he was. He called himself an intellectual gypsy as a way to explain his accomplishments in very different fields. I always thought of it as his way of dancing through the world. He carried his powerful intellect so lightly and shared his discoveries and interests in a positive, inviting way. "Hey guys, look what I found!" So many people with fewer abilities succumb to hubris or arrogance. I can't even think of Jim and those words at the same time. He took his gifts and regifted them.
The things I will always carry with me are the plane rides over the Wind River Mountains, the time we shared on the mat as Aikido students, learning that Absolut vodka belongs in the freezer and should be mixed with a bit of 7-Up, the concern for my lack of romantic life at the time (though that may have been more Maureen, come to think of it), the Viagra tie, and the "No Parking Except for Bob" sign which still hangs in my bathroom over the throne.
I haven't talked to Jim since the early 2000s but when I heard he died, I cried more than I have in years. I keep thinking there is a Jim-shaped hole in the world and we are all poorer now for losing him, but I know that is unfair. He did his part by improving us and now our part is to carry that forward. I am a long way from his example, but I know that when I grow up I want to be like Jim.
A thousand bows to you, James.
Loved seeing him around town and attending the kids school functions.
Thank you to his family for sharing him with his patients.
His humor was appreciated and usually needed. He connected with all ages and all people. We are so sorry to hear of his passing.
John & Steff
Lander
He was very caring and would agonize over just the right way to put in a stitch that would heal without leaving much of a scar. I learned a lot about care and caring. He would demonstate something and really loved teaching. I would say he would have been a great teacher but he was that. He really did care about people in that easygoing way of his. He would show up with coffee for me every morning when I had to have surgery and be in the hospital.
His sometimes wicked sense of humor was a delight to me. It made long hours and sometimes very stressful days bearable and even mostly enjoyable.
I respected his ability to make whoever he was talking with the center of attention. And I loved to see him talk about Maureen or his kids.
Mostly, I have a great sense of gratitude for having had the honor of working with such a person. The impact he left on people will continue long after this. Someone will do something they were afraid to do, or make a change in their lives due to his inspiration. He left the world better and that is a really wonderful legacy.
The cover ot the "1964 Bronc" year book is one of Jim's many talents.
He was my sister's physcian at the Lander State School and took such interest and loving care of her. On one visit he said " i need to show you something" and we went to his residence on campus and of course it was his homebuilt aircraft project.
Thanks Jim for your lifetime of caring.
At the end of their flying time I wanted Darrell to give Jim a gift, so I ordered a navy blue tie with white airplanes and compass roses on it, and Darrell gave it to him. I asked Darrell how that went...He handed it to Jim and he whipped off the tie he had on (from being a Dr. that day) and put his new one on, right there in the plane. Darrell was never really so comfortable in a tie until flying with "Howellee." After that year of being together, Darrell came away a great pilot AND a spiffier dresser.
Your loss is great, for he was great. My sympathy...Bonnie Leonhardt
Jim, with his many talents, left us way too soon. But even though we miss him, hopefully all the wonderful memories will give some comfort to his family...
Here is my little addition:
I worked with Jim and Maureen several years ago when I was a Land consultant. I learned most of my land knowledge from Maureen. I learned most of my database knowledge from Jim. On a larger project, I worked closely with Jim on a database that he designed. I had never done any work on development of databases so I was excited to be a part of it. And I truly felt like I WAS a part of it even though Jim was obviously the brains behind it all. I called him A LOT with questions. He would always make me feel like I was smart even when I thought I was asking a stupid question. I learned so much from the experience.
Jim was one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. Yet he was also one of the most patient people I have ever known as well. Those two attributes don't always go hand in hand. I feel blessed to have known him for the past few years.
I will miss him, his sense of humor and his laugh! My thoughts are with the entire family!
Tara
Just a few of the things I loved about Jim Howell:
* How you knew a lot about a lot of things and a little about everything.
* The little guy that everyone looked up to - every person that I met that you knew you could tell what an amazing person we are.
* You could do anything.
* I loved your little black clicky loafers..they made me smile.
* The way you talked about delicious food...like it was a love affair...along that line, your predictable love of comfort food was heart warming.
* I loved to listen to you explain your latest techy gadget.
* I loved how we had our spots on the couch.
* Loved watching TV and talking about politics.
* I loved the way you hugged me goodbuy every time I left.
* As a person grows older you begin to see the world's and people's imperfections, not wiht you...you became more and more impressive.
* How you and Muareen filled in each others spaces in your stories.
* I loved the sound of your voice.
* I love the thought of your hands on your desk closing the top, the last day of your life. Seeing your hands set down the piece of wood..
* The thing I love most about Jim was knowing you.
Love Always...in every moment of Lucas' and I's life together,
Jessie