Jim Ruesch

One of my buddies died recently. Here is his obituary:

"James Jerold Ruesch 'Gifted Teacher'

James Jerold Ruesch, age 46, passed away Jan. 11, 2009, at his home in South Jordan, Utah, after an eight year battle with brain cancer. He accepted this trial with strength and grace and was an example to all who knew him. He was born March 12, 1962, in Flagstaff, AZ, to Burdell and Verla Ruesch. He married Marne' Cazier on Sept. 14, 1984 in the Salt Lake LDS Temple.

He taught history for 16 years at West Jordan Middle School and was Assistant Principal at Eastmont Middle School for the last six years. He was a faithful member of the LDS Church and served a mission to Portland, OR, and served in many callings. Teaching the gospel was his passion.

He is survived by his parents, his loving wife, Marne', children: Daniel (Jessica), Nicole, Ciara, and Madison. Also by three brothers and four sisters. Preceded in death by his brother Doug. Funeral services will be held Saturday, Jan. 17, at 12 Noon in the South Jordan Parkway Stake Center, 9894 S. 2700 W., where friends may call Friday 6-9 p.m. and Saturday from 10:30-11:45 a.m. Interment in the South Jordan Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, the family will welcome contributions to help with medical and burial expenses."

Attending his funeral destroyed me. I sobbed when his casket was wheeled into the chapel, and I saw his family, including his wife and 10-year-old daughter, entering behind.

He and I had a few interesting things in common:

• Our entire teaching careers were spent at West Jordan Middle School
• We both acquired our administrative degrees through BYU's Leadership Preparation Program
• Our entire administrative careers spent at Eastmont Middle School (for me so far)
• Our fathers worked together in food services in the 1960's

Even though I saw his body (not him -- his body), I can still barely believe that he is dead. But for me he is not dead; rather, only without a body. I know that I will have a chance to see him again, and that is merely a time of separation. I am also somewhat jealous of him. I can't wait to see/experience the other side.

I will miss playing basketball with Jim. He's a stud.