James Hunt Obituary

Missing you old friend. <3

Still sad. Still missing you brother. Love you.

Chris

I miss you more than all the words on earth can express. Wish you were here. Love you Dad.

I just heard of Jim's passing.. he was a good friend to me and will be missed

Oh wow, I can't believe it! I woke up this morning thinking I should call you because it's been about 6 months; Haha.
I am so sad to hear you are not here; you were a big part of my life Jim, my first real love❤ I will truly miss you, you made me laugh uncontrollably, and cry too. I wish I was able to hear your voice one last time. I still think about you everyday, Santa Cruz, Calaveras Hills; Driving in your jeep truck, hearing it roar down my street! I will miss talking to you. Love you JB Hunt!

I miss you Jim.

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James Robert Hunt was my brother. And we were brothers in every way. We played, we competed, we fought, we got into trouble, and, racing to be first, we would put blame on the other.

I was seven years older than Jim and we were normally off in different directions, different friends, different schools, different lives, but we had more than enough time to be brothers. Growing up, we shared a bedroom, he on the top bunk, me on the lower. I would lay awake many nights while I could hear him above me sleeping soundly. More than once, I would reach up and grab his arm, dangling over the edge of his mattress, and give it a good yank. As he lay there on the floor complaining loudly, Mom would come running in asking what happened. I really didn't know, "he must have fallen out of bed, I was asleep until the noise woke me up". They both knew what probably had happened but neither had any real proof so we let it be for another time. I felt bad for him, but, after all, he was my brother.

He always had a way of making his presence known, when he joined me with a group of my friends, and usually was successful in drawing out our ability to abuse him the best we could, all the while laughing at us, with us. I usually left him to his own devices, but when I could see that look in his eyes that matters had gone too far, I could also be fiercely protective. He was my little brother.

I went off to start my life and he, off to start his. We got together from time to time, but mostly just connected thru email or phone calls. It was probably better for me this way, considering how big and strong he had mysteriously become. Our conversations would usually start where we had left off previously, and we would compare, and compete, and complain, and laugh. We usually ended each conversation with the arguement of who was healthier, or not, and with the preditions of our mutual impending dooms. He had to mention a fact like how badly I was being poisoned by the radiation cloud from the Fukujima Power Plant disaster and of course I would have to remind him how siesmically active Yellowstone Park had become in recent months. I CAN relay his extreme love and pride of his children. He proudly claimed his share in the creations of these two wonderful people. Many times I listened to how intelligent and understanding his son Joseph is and how beautiful and promising Sophie has become. And he had every right to feel this way. At this we didn't argue. Until next time, brother.

He was larger than life itself, and as vunerable as any of us. He would soar, and crash, and soar again. He was human.
I have chosen to just remember him as my brother Jim.

When you see Mom and Dad, tell them "hi" for us and how much we miss them, and then begin your next adventure.
Bless you Jim, I love you, and thank you for being my brother!

Missing a great friend!

Jim was a great friend and wonderful person. He was at my house when my husband Charley passed away. He was a friend to my daughters, grand kids and even our pets. Our family had fun with him and he will never be forgotten.