Birth date: Sep 5, 1952 Death date: Jul 17, 2026
It is with a heavy heart that we announce the passing of James Harold Wright Jr., who departed this life peacefully on July 17, 2026, at the age of 73. James was born on September 5, 1952, in Palestine, Texas, and spent his final Read Obituary
James Harold could always make you laugh. He was such a good brother to my Mom Kathy and an uncle to me. We will miss him dearly.
James could always make me laugh. He was such a good brother to my Mom Kathy and an uncle to me. He was always smiling and cheerful. We will miss him dearly.
I don't have one childhood or adult memory of James where he was not smiling, laughing, encouraging, and loving on his immediate or extended family. He was a wonderful and kind man and always a joy to be around when we were at family reunions. He will be greatly missed, and I wil hold the memories I have of him dear to my heart.
Jennifer Michael
Shirley, Melody and Matt,
We are so sorry to hear about the passing of Jim. Please know that you all are in our thoughts and prayers during this time and all the days ahead. Sending our love to you all.
Love,
Nancy King, Cindy King Warren and Melissa King Rhodes
James was the best brother‑in‑law anyone could hope for. I was just a kid when he came into our lives—still in elementary school—back when he was simply one of the guys who hung around with my older brothers and the boys across the street. By the time Shirley and James married, I was twelve, and he had already become a steady, positive presence in our world.
James used to pick up David and me and take us to play basketball all the time. I couldn’t begin to count how many trips we made to the court with him. One day he showed up with a pair of Converse All Star high‑tops for each of us. We wore those shoes until they practically fell apart. That was James—thoughtful, generous, and always looking out for us.
He was incredibly athletic back then. He’d wrestle David and me in the front yard of the Joyce Street house, tossing us around like we weighed nothing. As I got older and a little stronger, I thought maybe—just maybe—I could take him. I snuck up behind him one day, grabbed him, and in an instant my feet were pointing straight at the sky. That was James too—strong as an ox and always ready to make us laugh.
I could go on forever with memories like these. It’s hard to put into words just how much I appreciated James and everything he did for us and for everyone around him. His kindness, his energy, his steady presence—they shaped my life more than he ever knew.
I will miss him deeply. But I take comfort in knowing that when my time comes, he’ll be there to greet me, just like he always did, ready to welcome me home in paradise.
With love and fond memories.
Barry
