James (Jim)'s Story
James (Jim) Frederick Brian of Houston, peacefully passed from this earth to be with the Lord on June 1, 2017. Jim will be greatly missed by all who knew and loved him.
He was born in Fayetteville, Arkansas on Dec. 31, 1953, to William Ross and Wanda Elizabeth Buzbee Brian. Graduating from Weatherford High School in 1972, Jim then attended Weatherford College before graduating in 1976 from Texas A&M College Station with a Bachelor's degree in Animal Science. He owned and operated Brian Service and Calibration.
Jim was preceded in death by his father, Ross Brian, and his brother, Tom.
He is survived by his wife of 35 years, Kathy Brian; his mother, Wanda Brian, of Weatherford; daughter, Casey Hadley and husband, Cliff, of Friendswood, Texas; granddaughter, Cailey and grandson, Dade; son, Kris Brian, of Mont Belvieu, Texas and granddaughter, Kenna; son, Shane and wife, Shelli, of Peoria, Arizona; grandsons, Aiden, Austin, and Tanner; granddaughter, Makayla; sisters, Mary Jean Easley and husband, Lynn, of Arlington; Ann Morris and husband, Harry, of Willis, Texas; brothers, David Brian and wife, Linda, of Bossier City, Louisiana, and Bob Brian, of Brownsville, Texas; as well as many nieces, nephews, great-nieces and nephews.
Jimmy enjoyed hunting, fishing, and spending time on his property in Newton, Texas. He was very proud of his children and loved spending time with his grandchildren.
Jim's family would like to thank the multitude of doctors and staff who put forth the tremendous effort to care for him, especially those who appreciated his sense of humor.
A private family Celebration of Life service will be held at a later date.
In lieu of flowers the family suggests that donations be made, in his honor, to a charity of your choice.
Time has come, and time has passed, On the shore of Heaven you'll be catching fish, and waiting for me. You've made me laugh, and made me mad but no matter what, I'd want no other Dad. Family will be all around, and comfort they'll seek, I'll show strength, but my heart goes weak. I'll miss you here, and miss you there. I'll miss you each time I inhale air. But I know you're safe, I know you're free. There's no other way I'd want it to be. When you get to heaven and are fishing -Silently, please watch over me.
Your son, Kris
Published on June 9, 2017