Stories

Stories about Jimi

Mothers Day 2009

This is a personal account and I’ll incorporate the facts from the police reports the best that I can. I may get corrected by my wife, kids or Jimi’s siblings too.

Mothers Day,
If my memory serves me right Jimi called and asked what we were doing for the day, Then he said he was going to cut the grass and things around his house and he’s be out later in the morning. He arrived at our house and after he wished his sister a happy mothers day he informed her that we were going to go to the cemetery to visit Mom’s grave and to lay flowers. Willie said that she didn’t want to go but, Jimi told her that she didn’t have a choice (as only Jimi could). So off we went to the cemetery, from there Jimi and Willie decided to go to the “Old” neighborhood and drive by the house that they grew up in. We did, and Jimi noticed that one of the neighbors was home and suggested that we stop in and say hello, again Willie said “No” lets just go home. So we turned around and went to visit the neighbor (Mr. & Mrs Troe) because Jimi said it’s a good idea. After our visit we got back in Jimi’s car and headed for home (Jimi’s low fuel light came on and the warning bell sounded on the ride home), once home I ordered carry-out from a little restaurant close to home and Jimi and I went and picked up dinner. After dinner I think we watched the television and just chatted, we may have even sent one of the kids out for Dairy Queen too. Jimi left our house at around 11:30 or so and that was the last time we saw him alive…….

The next chain of events  will be based on things that we know as facts discovered through the process of police reports, bank statements and confessions of the two that caused this tragedy

Jimi stopped at a gas station on Warren Ave. just off of the I-94 expressway and put gas in his car (the low fuel light had come on while we were out during the day). We know this because of the bank statement. (he used his debit card) From the gas station he went west on Warren (we don’t know why) and he drove past the Southfield freeway (we don’t know definitively why). He drove to the parking lot of the funeral home at the corner of West Warren and Artesian (the parking lot is on the South West corner).  He was exiting the parking lot (the car was pointed East) when Randy and Calvin walked up on the drivers side, Randy tried to open the drivers door and found it to be locked. He didn’t say anything to Jimi he just fired two shots through the drivers window. Jimi sped off across Artesian and into another parking lot, past the funeral home and hit a parked car behind the bar next to the funeral home……

This is a civilian witness account and I’ll generalize and not use their exact words:

I had left the Adam’s Apple bar and was exiting the parking lot onto Artesian. I noticed a SUV in the parking lot across Artesian and there were two people standing next to the SUV, one at the drivers door and the other standing behind him.  I turned right onto Artesian and pulled up to a red light at W. Warren. I heard what sounded like two gunshots, I turned to look toward the SUV and the two guys were running away. I turned right and pulled back into the parking lot of the bar and saw the SUV crash into a parked car behind the bar.

I’ll continue to add facts from the police reports and so fourth as I read through the thousands of pages of documents this has generated. If you have questions, please do not hesitate to ask…… lmaison@maisonmartialarts.com

Thanks for the “Kick in the pants Mr. Blandford, I’ll get back to writing soon.

To Be Continued…………..

Again folks I do apologize for my lack of writing, It’s really difficult to do. It’s not that I don’t want to write it’s just that every time I sit down to do it I have to read through more of the reports and that’s just harder than I could have imagined. So if someone has a pleasant story please write it!

AJ

Easter 2008 posted for Dee

Hello, I am Jimi’s friend Dee from Our Lady of the Woods Church and here is just one of our stories.

This took place Easter 2008.  We had a morning rehearsal on Holy Saturday.  We practiced and when we finished we were hungry.  We went to our usual restaurant and shared a reuben sandwich.  We each had a bowl of their wonderful bean with ham soup.  Not thinking about the activity this causes in our bodies, we finished and left the restaurant and went home.  That evening was our Easter Vigil Mass at church, so we went back early to practice before the vigil started.  All of the sudden the soup hit both of us.  We looked at each other and started to laugh.  The lunch was beginning to work and we weren’t feeling so good.  He asked me if I had anything for gas.  I said no.  He said “I have something in the car”.  He ran out and got whatever it was and we shared it.  It worked for about t 20 minutes.  Then we started laughing and could not stop.  We went into the church with the rest of the choir, and I don’t remember too much about the Mass.  I was so miserable and so was he.  He said “at the sign of peace, don’t hug me too hard, if you do, I will blow the organ right through the wall!”  Try to sing an Easter song after that!!!!  Then he said “I’m not sitting in this chair tomorrow morning.”  He was the most fun of any person I have ever known.  We had more laughs than we probably should have (especially in church).

Jim was one of the most faithful, friendly, warm, concerned and passionate people I will ever have the pleasure of meeting.  He was very reverent when he prayed to his Lord.  He loved his Lord. 

Jim was real, what you saw is what you got.  He didn’t try to be someone or something that he wasn’t.  Meijers was good enough for Jim.  It was his favorite store. 

He brought sunshine into a room and like his memorial card says, when we feel the warmth of the sun, it will be him there with you for the rest of your days.

I hope you can feel him in your heart like I do.  I will never be without him again.  What a great person and wonderful friend.

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

If tomorrow starts without me, And I’m not there to see,

If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me.

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way did today,

While thinking of the things we didn’t get say.

I know how much you love me, As much as I love you,

And each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand.

And said my place was ready, In heaven far above,

And that  I’d have to leave behind all those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye.

for all my life, I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.

I had so much to live for, So much left to do,

It seemed almost impossible, That  I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, The good and the bad,

The thought of all  the love we shared, And all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday, Just even for a while,

I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized, That this could never be,

For emptiness and memories, Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow,

I thought of you, and when I did, My heart filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through Heaven’s gates, I felt so much at home.

When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne.

He said, “this is eternity, And all I’ve promised you.”

Today your on earth is past, But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last,

And since each day’s the same way There’s no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful, So trusting and so true,

Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn’t do.

But you have been forgiven and now at last you’re free.

So won’t you come and take my hand and share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me, Don’t think we’re far apart, 

For every time you think of me, I’m right here, in your heart.

                                 I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU JIMI

                                                      Love Wilma

7th Grade McDonald’s Run-Jimi Style

I have a great story about Jimi  that most of you, if not all,  probably never heard. Jimi and I went to school together since elementary.  When we were in 7th grade Jimi came and picked me up at my house in a car, block on the accelerator and all, and we went to McDonald’s. I don’t remember what I ordered.  I think we then went to school but I have no idea how he got that car home.  It was one of my favorite adventures as a youth.  Jimi will always be remembered by me as an adventurer.  Another character trait that Jimi always possessed was his passion for life.  It didn’t matter what was going on Jimi always had that impish smile and  “wild at heart” spirit.  I will miss him and I will continue to pray for your family
Dave Pyper

Pictures

I am in the process of making a DVD of pictures, If you have any pictures that you’d like to be included just email them to me at lmaison@maisonmartialarts.com

Comments about the pictures will help too!

AJ

P.S. Friends send your pictures too!!!

The origin of “Uncle Papa” aka U.P.

Ok, I’ll start the stories….the rest of you please feel free to follow suit!

So, The term or nickname of Uncle Papa comes from Jimi’s daughter Megan. Jimi when speaking in the third person to Meg would call himself Papa. He would say things like “Papa’s gonna get his SHOES and his KEYS and go home now” and Meg would get up and stand by the door so Papa couldn’t leave without her. That was only if she couldn’t get the keys before he did……So when Willie and I adopted Boris, Jimi automatically became “Uncle Papa”. When I informed him of his new name he laughed and smiled…..It stuck like glue!  When he took the trips to California and Florida and back to California we changed his name to U.T.P or Uncle Travlin Papa…..

And That’s the story 🙂

Up next: the origin of Hugh Janus 🙂 (maybe)