Loving Memory of Jim Hoppe

On February 15, 2024, after bravely living years with early on-set dementia, my dad Jim went home to be with the Lord at the age of 66.

Missing him on this side of earth is his wife of 35 years Margaret (way longer together), daughter Amber, daughter in-law Sydney, sister Julie, brother Jeff and his 10 grandchildren Elijah, Luke, Alexis, Charlotte, Vivian, Zypher, Adeline, Asher, Alice and Liam.

He was eagerly embraced in Heaven by his son Jimmy who had gone before him.

Also awaiting in the wide blue yonder, his dearly loved mom Sue, dad Jim, and brother John.

I am fundraising on behalf of my mom, Margaret as she navigates all the upcoming immediate expenses and planning of my dad's final resting place and wishes. Because of the Memory Care facility he was in and the state assistance with shared costs, his life insurance policy was minimal.

Jim showed incredible strength and his faith in God shined through, even as his memories of the life he built fell as shattered pieces of glass to the ground.

God in his mercy was still very much alive in him as we did our best to frantically gather those memories up in our arms and re-create our new world around dad.

Dementia is a hard pill to swallow.

It's constant twist and turns could make the most rooted unsteady.

Time is non-existent, all you have is the present.

Along the way, I learned there is a raw beauty in letting go of expectations and fully giving out of love.

Let's talk about who Dad was.

He was silly to his core. He was spontaneous. He was tough as nails.

He could BBQ a turkey like nobody's business.

Derelict days (iykyk), La Jolla Indian Reservation, Calvary Anaheim, Men's Retreats, Corona Del Mar and Grandma Sue's backyard were his favorite destinations.

A man of God, even after rough beginnings and a wild journey through the 60's, 70's and 80's to get there.

He emptied out the bottles and threw out the cigarettes.

He piled his family of four in the car, took them to church and never stopped.

He bared his legs as a Roman Soldier and delighted in blowing his Shofar horn.

His go-to outfit was a Jesus tee, Wranglers, and a dash of Old Spice.

You'd find the TV channel on a good western, the radio on K-Wave and Fritos on his dash.

He was good.

He was humble.

We knew we were loved.

Until we meet again Dad

xoxo

The Hoppe family is so grateful for your support.

Again.

Isaiah 40:31

But those who wait on the LORD Shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.