James Beasley

James Woodrow Beasley

Augusta, GA  – James Woodrow Beasley, 70, loving husband of 30 years to Sylvia Ann Underwood Beasley, entered into rest Wednesday, July 23 2014 at Amara Health Care in Augusta. Funeral services will be held at 3:00PM Monday, July 28, 2014 in the James Funeral Home Chapel with the Reverend Charles Wisnant officiating. Interment and dove release will follow in Wrens Memorial Cemetery.

A native of Wrens, Jim was one of two children born to the late Sara Page Beasley and the late Woodrow Beasley. After twenty-eight years of service, he retired as Manager for Goodyear Tire. Jim was “old school”, working six days a week and resting one day; he was a hard worker and great provider for his family. In his spare time and after retiring, he loved to cook, to fish, and to work on old cars—he had a passion for vintage cars and loved to restore them to their original glory. He was an avid NASCAR and football fan—his favorite teams being the Atlanta Falcons and Georgia Bulldogs. Using his high level observation skills, he enjoyed “people watching”, especially at the mall or the beach.  An unassuming, good natured man with a great sense of humor, Jim will be greatly missed by all who had the opportunity to know him.

Other survivors include his five children, Jason T. Beasley (Nicole), Melissa Ann Brzozowski (Steven), Christopher Beasley (Michelle), Douglas P. Beasley and Angela Beasley Parish (Chad); his sister, Betty Jean Smith; nine grandchildren that includes Brittany Landrum, Madison Brzozowski, and Issy Forbes; nieces, nephews and friends. Pallbearers will be Jason Beasley, Daniel Borseth, Steven Brzozowski, Mike Chandler, Jay Underwood and Justin Weeks.

The family will receive friends at James Funeral Home from 1:00-3:00PM prior to the services on Monday afternoon, July 28, 2014.
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When I’m Gone

When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget, if you can, that I ever frowned
And only remember the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I’ve had loads of fun.
Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day.
Then forget to grieve for my going—
I would not have you sad for a day,
But in summer, just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay.
And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.

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