James Henry (Jim) Robinson, in his 87th year, died at Hospice Simcoe on Friday, February 19, 2016 after a difficult struggle with cancer.
Born November 15, 1929 in Toronto, Jim lived in Toronto, Sutton, Innisfil, and Barrie and worked as a tradesman and a contractor until retiring to take care of his wife, Phyllis.
Lovingly remembered by his son Steve (Jan) of Barrie and grandchildren Jennifer and Ashley, and his daughter-in-law Tracy (Scott) of Barrie, and grandchildren Dalyce, Cale (Victoria), and Cody. Jim was preceded in death by his wife Phyllis and his son Scott.
At Jim’s request no memorial service will be held, however memorial contributions are welcome at Hospice Simcoe, 336 Penetanguishene Road, Barrie, Ontario L4M 7C2. www.hospicesimcoe.ca
Sandra Firman nee Scott
Posted on: Wednesday, February 24, 2016Please accept our condolences for our Uncle Jim on behalf of the Scott family.
Lesley Stott
Posted on: Thursday, February 25, 2016Jim was a wonderful and kind family man. He was devoted to Phyliis and she could not have had a better husband. I am so sorry for your loss. Rest in peace Jim.
Donna and Gord Spencer
Posted on: Thursday, February 25, 2016From meeting Jim briefly and from stories told, we know he was such a kind man. He has been through so much this past while … may he rest in peace. With deepest sympathy to Steve, Jan, Jennifer and Ashley.
Claude Cox
Posted on: Wednesday, March 2, 2016Dear Steve and Jan
I didn’t know your dad had died until I was reading Carolyn Frid’s obit on this sight: her daughter Joanne was Activities Director at GP Home for some years. I am happy that I did. In my capacity as chaplain at GPH I spent hours with your dad and mom, mostly while he rubbed your mom’s back. They always came to the Bible study in the solarium; we would talk afterwards. As you know, your dad worked on GPH when it was built, for Cook Construction. He told me many stories from his life and I followed him in his move from Sandy Cove Acres to Blake St., his devotion to his dog, the wisdom of this move to town, the expense of brakes for the Jeep …
One time your mom repeated to me the epitaph she put on your grandad’s gravestone at Barrie Union: “To live on in the hearts of those we love is not to die.” (I googled it and found it was written by an 18th century Scottish poet.) I found it helpful when my own dad died, at GPH, in Feb. 2012, and I have repeated it numerous times when I’ve been asked to conduct funeral / memorial services.
The last time I saw your dad, he may have been coming in to GPH to see the doctor. Not sure. I have missed seeing him. I liked him.
My thoughts are with you in a difficult time.
Claude.