Birth date: Jan 23, 1938 Death date: Nov 4, 2023
Mr. James “Jim” Robert White (J.R.), age 85, passed away on Saturday, November 4, 2023, in Richardson, Texas. He will be missed dearly by his loving family, devoted friends, and all the individuals who knew and loved him. James wa Read Obituary
Mr. White was a staple in my childhood and adult neighborhood family. He will be greatly missed and I will always remember his giant small and big heart.
J.R. was a true patriot for America, he served his country willingly with honor. He loved God and was devoted to his family. He was out going and friendly to everyone, assisting his family and those in need. He was a loyal and trusted friend. He will be greatly missed by his family and friends.
In loving memory, from Joe, Judy, James and Kathy.
We made a donation to Tunnel 2 Towers in Memory of J.R. WHITE.
It is with a heavy heart that I write these words about my “big brother” James R. White. My earliest memories of James involved him acquiring worn out comic books from friends so that he could give them to me. That is how I learned to read before enrolling in school. Growing up with James left me with many memories. When he enlisted in the airforce, we all were so proud. He was our hero. Several of the younger siblings would wave at every plane that flew over our home, just in case James was on board. In the later years, James would call and immediately identify himself as my “big brother”. To his spouse, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, I would say James is now and will always be my “big
brother”.
James went into the Air Force shortly after graduating high school. He returned for a visit sometime later, needing supplies mom ask Jim to go to the grocery store in peach orchard. He asked if I wanted to go, to me it was a no brainer to get to go with my big brother I hardly knew. Once at the store everyone knew him and the conversations begin, he told me to get anything I wanted, so the term “kid in a candy store “I got sodas, candy bars, and peanuts to put in my Pepsi. On our way home, just before the floodway bridges I ask him to pull over so I could throw up. As he held my head he told me “this is my fault little brother “ I explained to him that he had just bought it, I was the one who had eaten it. This memory stayed with him and myself for many years. Jim always put himself second, a firm but caring way with everyone he knew. He will be missed.
