Memorial Service:

In Loving Memory
James Nathaniel Wilkinson
July 06, 1967
March 09, 2006

Service conducted at
Bastrop Community Outreach Center
Bastrop, Texas

Graveside Service, Sermon
Marrs Jones Newby Funeral Home
Bastrop, Texas

Officiated by Kendrick Harmon, Kenneth Wilkinson

Song by Larry Reue
The Old Rugged Cross

Invocation by Rev. James Gillam

Song by Larry Reue
Mansion on the Hilltop

Obituary reading by Kendrick Harmon

James Nathaniel Wilkinson, age 38 years, 8 months, and 3 days, passed away Thursday evening, March 09, 2006 at his home in Bastrop, Texas. He was born on July 06, 1967, in Houston, Texas to Rev. William and Betty Wilkinson. James had a way with people, and was loved by many. James was preceded in death by grandparents, James L. and Eunice M. Davis, grandfather Marvin N. Wilkinson, uncle James E. Davis, and Uncle Marlin Wilkinson.

Survivors include his daughter Courtney Donham of Greentown, Indiana; grandmother Grace Glick of Plantersville, Texas; parents Rev. William and Betty Wilkinson of Rusk, Texas; brother and sister-in-law Kenneth and Catharine Wilkinson, of Frankston, Texas; sister and brother-in-law Kendrick and Sherry Harmon of Elkhart, Texas; nephews John and Josiah Wilkinson, and Kadley Harmon; niece Elizabeth Wilkinson.

Song by Larry Reue
I Know Who Holds Tomorrow

Shared memories by friend "Big Bubba" Brett Murnan

Recorded Song by Brad Paisley and Dolly Parton, When I get Where I am Goin'

Sermon and memories by Kenneth Wilkinson

Song by John Donne, Amazing Grace

Convocation by Clyde Poldrack

After a surgery James went through, he spent his recovery time with us. On the way home from the hospital we had to stop at the store so he stayed in the car. When we came out, he was in pain and out of breath. We asked him what had happened, and he said there was a young mom putting her child in her car. She put the diaper bag on top of the car, and drove off. James said he chased the car to give her the diaper bag. Even in his need, he was always helping others in theirs. That was James.
When James was in high school he asked permission to go to the Smithville Jamboree. Our parents agreed as long as he made it back by his 10:00 PM. curfew. At 9:59 he came running in the door, completely out of breath, panting, and he asked "Did I make it by 10?" Daddy said, "Yes, James, you did, but why are you out of breath? James answered, "I wanted to get home on time so I ran as fast as I could." Daddy responded, "That's good, but James, you drove the car." That was James.
The way he smiled
His laugh
His Texas Longhorn's cap
The way he shrugged his shoulders
The way he could cook
The way he missed Papa Davis and Uncle Buddy
The way he could eat an entire jar of peanut butter
The way he stood (you know what I mean)
The way he gritted his teeth when he was mad
The way he drove like a maniac
His struggles
His victories
The way everyone loved him
That was James.
We will miss him. And it may seem like forever, but with God as our Strength, Jesus as our Peace, and the Spirit as our Comfort, we will get through this. The outpouring of comfort and support that we have felt from this community has been amazing.
Our family wants everyone to know that we are grateful to those of you who have helped James over the years. Those of you who picked him up when he was down, encouraged him, loved him, and prayed for him; THANK YOU!
WE'LL MISS YOU, JAMES! WE LOVE YOU!
His Favorite Sister,
Sherry