James Alvin Nicholson

Al and Sue Ranzau

Positive energy and love through your next journey 🩵

Truly sorry for the loss of this wonderful man. He will be greatly missed. I feel honored to have met him and am grateful that I knew him.

Phil and Ashley,
I hope you both know we love you guys and we are sending lots of love and prayers and support your way.

I always loved seeing your smiling face and hearing your laugh. You lit up the infusion room with your presence. Your memory and beautiful soul will live on. All of us here in the infusion room will are sending lots of love and prayers to Mrs. Norma. <3

I am so blessed to be James Alvin’s little brother! He has given me so many wonderful memories to hold. From him laughing while holding me down and pecking on my chest, and scaring me covering my face with a pillow, to teaching me so many things like: ride a bicycle (that he and Jerry Don gave me); throw, hit, catch, a baseball; jump from the top of silos into piles of grain and off the house onto cardboard boxes; climb on the walls of caliche pit; feed a baby pigeon (squab) in our coup in our yard or take care of white rats in cages in our storm cellar. Could go on, but I’ll just rejoice in more memories as I look forward to joining him in our forever home in heaven. Rest in peace dear brother!

Dad, if I had to choose one word to describe you, it would be “Strong”. Not just physically, but mentally as well. (Some might call mentally strong as stubborn, but we all know you are not the stubborn type-LOL) I remember the time you nearly cut your fingers off with a chain saw and instead of letting your wife drive you to the hospital, you wrapped your hand up, still bleeding and made mom sit in the passenger side, as you drove. (This is my funny example of your mental toughness) But beyond that, and on a more serious note, I don’t ever recall a time where you were not in complete control of life. You knew what you wanted, how you wanted it, and never wavered. Your yes’s were yes, and your no’s were no. However, when it involved the grandchildren, there were a lot more “Yes’s”, just as it should be.
Thank you for teaching me, your daughter (a girl), how to change the oil in my car and how to change a tire, (although grandpa beat you to the tire one). Thank you for teaching me how to throw a ball so well, that I could out-throw any boy in the neighborhood. Thank you for teaching me how to mow the lawn, the RIGHT way. Never leaving a strip of uncut grass and to check behind your work to make sure it is done right. (Take pride in your work) Those are just a few examples of teachings the evolved into life lessons that I carried over to the workplace, as well as my personal life . I believe it is one of my strongest attributes that I carry with me today. Let me quote you dad by saying: “There is only one way to do something, and that is the right way”. I could go on for days writing about you, but I will force myself to close with one last thought. You also passed down a skill that I am not so fond of, and I intend to discuss this with you when I make my journey. But to this day, I am physically and mentally incapable to walking into my yard, without finding a weed or two that needs to be pulled by hand. (Tommy calls it a sickness and we get a good laugh about it). Thank you for always being there, even when I did not want you to be. Thank you for being the strongest dad ever. I am pretty sure that Heaven is a most perfect place, so good luck finding any weeds to pull. Until we meet again, in Heaven, Love, your daughter, Lynn (Lynda)

May you rest in peace 🕊️ n God’s Heaven 🙏❣️