This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Jim Voss, 90 years old, born on December 5, 1930, and passed away on March 14, 2021. We honor and bless you as you make your journey into joy and love.
The Voss Family were our neighbors on Glenn David in Pittsburgh. We had lots of fun growing up with The Voss family, and have great stories of late-night tobogganing, Sean and Chris attempting to keep with with Carol as she practiced scales and (as an adult) my husband and I drinking port with Dr Voss in my parents living room when we came home to visit. Much love and hugs to you all. Jennifer, Susan, Brad, Sean, Pat and Leo Wilson.
David and I were Jim's neighbors on Glen David Drive for many years. Four of us had a neighborhood bridge group which we continued when Jim moved to Aspinwall. We began during a March blizzard with 23 inches of snow. He loved our Halloween party. Jim also introduced me to several mystery authors. We talked to him this last December. It was so nice to hear his voice. We will miss him.
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The Voss Family were our neighbors on Glenn David in Pittsburgh. We had lots of fun growing up with The Voss family, and have great stories of late-night tobogganing, Sean and Chris attempting to keep with with Carol as she practiced scales and (as an adult) my husband and I drinking port with Dr Voss in my parents living room when we came home to visit. Much love and hugs to you all. Jennifer, Susan, Brad, Sean, Pat and Leo Wilson.
David and I were Jim's neighbors on Glen David Drive for many years. Four of us had a neighborhood bridge group which we continued when Jim moved to Aspinwall. We began during a March blizzard with 23 inches of snow. He loved our Halloween party. Jim also introduced me to several mystery authors. We talked to him this last December. It was so nice to hear his voice. We will miss him.
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A Poem
This poem was from the memorial service of Judy Peters, Jim's cousin and godmother of Katherine Voss. Katherine would like to share this poem that has special meaning for her.
When I was a stone
I lay asleep for a million years dreaming of trees
And when I was a tree
I whispered my name to the birds who sang to me
And when I was a bird
I watched the way humans live from my place in the sky
By the time I was human
I believed in the glory of change
So I wasn't afraid to die.
When I was a stone
I lay asleep for a million years dreaming of trees
And when I was a tree
I whispered my name to the birds who sang to me
And when I was a bird
I watched the way humans live from my place in the sky
By the time I was human
I believed in the glory of change
So I wasn't afraid to die.