1980
James
2013
James Matthew Rouse
June 9, 1980 — March 14, 2013
James Matthew Rouse June 9, 1980 – March 14, 2013
"Each person will at one time in their lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing help. For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding." -Norman Maclean
He was our Jamie. He was born on a sparkling June day, the third son of Robert and Janet Rouse. He joined brothers Jason and Jeramy and was raised in Beaverton. He had a wide lovely smile that matched the golden streaked hair that called out to everyone: this is a special boy.
As he grew, the hair darkened but the smile remained. The beautiful little boy became a handsome man. Then he was called James.
He attended Merlo Station High School and worked as a projectionist at a local movie theater. He was the fascinated with and understood machines of all kinds. There was nothing he couldn't fix.
He graduated from the Western Culinary Institute and worked as a chef.
He learned about sailboats. How to sail and how to restore them. He loved the water. He loved the freedom, the wind and the current and sense of forever.
He loved music. Dave Matthews Band and James were synonymous.
He loved movies. Tom Hanks and Charlie Chaplin.
Charlie Chaplin said, "I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying."
James walked in the rain a lot his last years. The demons shouted down the better angles in his brain.
We lost something beautiful. We lost our Jamie.
The raining has stopped. He is now at peace.
He will always be our special boy.
"Each person will at one time in their lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing help. For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding." -Norman Maclean
He was our Jamie. He was born on a sparkling June day, the third son of Robert and Janet Rouse. He joined brothers Jason and Jeramy and was raised in Beaverton. He had a wide lovely smile that matched the golden streaked hair that called out to everyone: this is a special boy.
As he grew, the hair darkened but the smile remained. The beautiful little boy became a handsome man. Then he was called James.
He attended Merlo Station High School and worked as a projectionist at a local movie theater. He was the fascinated with and understood machines of all kinds. There was nothing he couldn't fix.
He graduated from the Western Culinary Institute and worked as a chef.
He learned about sailboats. How to sail and how to restore them. He loved the water. He loved the freedom, the wind and the current and sense of forever.
He loved music. Dave Matthews Band and James were synonymous.
He loved movies. Tom Hanks and Charlie Chaplin.
Charlie Chaplin said, "I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying."
James walked in the rain a lot his last years. The demons shouted down the better angles in his brain.
We lost something beautiful. We lost our Jamie.
The raining has stopped. He is now at peace.
He will always be our special boy.
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