James Earl Hazelmyer was born August 12, 1971 in Petersburg, Virginia. He died May 17, 1988 in Tacoma, Washington. James was a Junior at Foss High School, studying in the International Baccalaureate Program. He was a member of the Studio Choir. As a child, Jamie travelled widely with his family visiting Australia, Alaska, Mexico, and several of these United States. Jamie collected comic books, loved music and dancing, learned to write poetry, and grew, as a young man, to embrace a wide variety of philosophies and political ideologies. James served the community in the Commodities Foods Program as a volunteer, and wanted to go to South Africa to work against apartheid. James cared very deeply for his friends. He often carried many of their burdens. He listened. In these last two troubled years, James suffered from depression. He took his life. James parents, Marge & Dick, and his family, Mike, Micah, Terry, Liz, Bob, and grandmother Florence, as well as nieces, aunts, cousins, and friends, will carry the pain of his death for many years to come.
I didn't know James very well, but he was one of those people I wish I knew better.
When I remember back on him, I do smile. I remember his smile, too. A big toothy grin. Dang, I wish I had more time with him back then.
I remember going to a movie with him; my father driving us to the theater. On 6th Ave, I believe.
He told me of this group: Skinny Puppy. My father & I laughed about the name of the group. What's weird is that even after all this time, Skinny Puppy is still one of my favorite groups. And I have James to thank for at least that and so much more.
I still have the program (is that the correct word?) from the memorial service. It's the only one I have ever attended.
i still love and adore james. he was funny, smart and sensitive. im so sad that he didnt give himself the chance to become the amazing man he had within him. i will always remember and adore him. always always always.
Heather Smith
James Earl Hazelmyer was born August 12, 1971 in Petersburg, Virginia. He died May 17, 1988 in Tacoma, Washington.James was a Junior at Foss High School, studying in the International Baccalaureate Program. He was a member of the Studio Choir.
As a child, Jamie travelled widely with his family visiting Australia, Alaska, Mexico, and several of these United States. Jamie collected comic books, loved music and dancing, learned to write poetry, and grew, as a young man, to embrace a wide variety of philosophies and political ideologies.
James served the community in the Commodities Foods Program as a volunteer, and wanted to go to South Africa to work against apartheid.
James cared very deeply for his friends. He often carried many of their burdens. He listened. In these last two troubled years, James suffered from depression. He took his life.
James parents, Marge & Dick, and his family, Mike, Micah, Terry, Liz, Bob, and grandmother Florence, as well as nieces, aunts, cousins, and friends, will carry the pain of his death for many years to come.
George Saprito
I didn't know James very well, but he was one of those people I wish I knew better.When I remember back on him, I do smile. I remember his smile, too. A big toothy grin. Dang, I wish I had more time with him back then.
I remember going to a movie with him; my father driving us to the theater. On 6th Ave, I believe.
He told me of this group: Skinny Puppy. My father & I laughed about the name of the group. What's weird is that even after all this time, Skinny Puppy is still one of my favorite groups. And I have James to thank for at least that and so much more.
I still have the program (is that the correct word?) from the memorial service. It's the only one I have ever attended.
Julia Clark (Ashby)
I miss James. He was such a great guy.I remember this one time while we were on the bus to school and his Coke fell and got all over every thing. We laughed so hard we were crying.
I have his obituary in my scrapbook.
Dagmar Peterson
i still love and adore james. he was funny, smart and sensitive. im so sad that he didnt give himself the chance to become the amazing man he had within him. i will always remember and adore him. always always always.