Jimmy Doyle Wright

Jimmy Doyle Wright Born: 7/29/1948 Died: 4/4/2016 By Tom Wright Jim was a loving husband, father, and brother, who will be remembered by most for his wit. Jimmy’s life began like a breeze whispering through thirsty grass, and terminated like a wagon wheel that was two years dry of grease. Warring with death, he became, battled hardened as a Bois d’arc tree. The bloodier his prognosis became, the more abundant were his sharks. Not once did his witticism submit to pain, nor did he lose faith as he battled. But when time runs out clock hands stop, all things, too soon, come to an end. 2nd Timothy 4:7 Jim has plowed his field, and now his harness hangs in the barn. Tom
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