James A. Wojciuk

Jim bo my condolences and prayers 🙏 my dear friend 🧡 Many great and wonderful times we had as youngsters and Teenagers from basketball, playing cards, Bradford Beach, and a couple of times during the summer we went camping at Wisconsin Dells. So many great memories we all had together growing up! You will be missed brother. Rest in peace 🙏 You will always be apart of my life, and my great memories ❤️ Love you brother ❤️ 🙏 💙

My deepest condolences to Jim's family, especially his mom and siblings. Jim always carried himself with kindness, compassion, and grace. After Michelle passed away, he remained close to her children—Melanie, Lindy, Alyse, and Jenna. He truly loved and cared for them, as well as her grandchildren. That says so much about the kind of man he was. I will always be grateful for the love Jim had for my son, Brock. He treated Brock like a grandson. He was there to celebrate Brock's First Communion and remained a constant presence in his life. He would call just to ask how Brock was doing in school, how his grades were, and how basketball and baseball were going. He always wanted Brock's schedule so he could come watch him play. Jim loved cheering Brock on. He would invite family and friends to the games because he was so proud of him. This past spring, even though I didn't think he should be out in the cold early-season weather, Jim insisted on coming to watch Brock play. He ended up getting sick afterward, but he told me it was worth it. That's how much Brock meant to him. Jim also shared some of his treasured baseball memorabilia with Brock, including items he had received from the Brewers and other baseball players. Those gifts—and the memories behind them—will always be cherished. Jim was always willing to lend a helping hand. He was kind to my dad whenever he was in town, and he was simply a good man who touched the lives of so many people. His kindness, generosity, and genuine care for others will never be forgotten. May God bless Jim and bring comfort and peace to everyone who loved him. Jimmy, may you rest in peace. You will be deeply missed, but your legacy of kindness, love, and generosity will live on in all of us. Garrett & Brock

My Dear Friend Jimmy I first met Jimmy when he came to our house to fix some broken plumbing. At the time, neither of us realized that our families already shared a connection and that our meeting was simply the next chapter in a story that had begun long before us. As we got to know each other, we discovered that our roots traced back to Milwaukee’s 3rd Street. Our families had known one another through their years at Usinger’s, and while Jimmy never worked there himself, he knew the stories by heart. We spent many hours reminiscing about the tales passed down by Norman, Carol, Gilbert, and Priscilla, sharing my own firsthand memories and the stories that Laura and my wife, Pamela, carried forward—on what went on at Usinger’s during the holiday rush. Over time, Jimmy became a became a dear friend. We all knew him as a kind, generous, and deeply optimistic person. He helped me through my own health struggles, losses, and the many challenges that life inevitably brings. Then, unexpectedly, Jimmy’s own health began to decline. Yet no matter what came his way—and it was more than most people could endure—he faced it with strength, courage, and even humor. He rarely focused on his own difficulties. Instead, he would quickly turn the conversation around and ask how I was doing. In recent years, we developed a standing tradition. Every Wednesday, we checked in with one another. Without fail, the first words out of his mouth were, “Fraaz”—the nickname he gave me—“how are you doing?” Only after hearing my update would he share anything about himself. Many times, from one week to the next, his health had changed dramatically. Yet I was always amazed by his positive outlook and his gratitude. No matter the circumstance, Jimmy would remind me that “things could be worse.” As planned, I spoke with Jimmy last Wednesday. But God also had a plan for Jimmy that day and the next, calling him home to a better place. This Wednesday, and every Wednesday moving forward, I’ll still be reaching out to Jimmy in my heart and listening closely. And I know what I’ll hear: "Fraaz, how are you doing? Priscilla and I are watching over you." Jimmy’s friendship was a gift, and his example of faith, resilience, and optimism will continue to guide me. While we mourn his loss, we are grateful for the blessing of having known him, and I carry forward the joy, kindness, and love that he shared so freely with everyone around him.

I send all my love and hugs from a far. Jimmy had so much positivity and was loved by so many people. I remember all the summer visits with him in Oshkosh. He will be missed dearly. Rest in peace, my dear cousin.

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