Wednesday, August 12, 2020
I am so sorry I can’t make it out to the funeral , with everything going on in the world. I am glad my dad Ken was able to go. I haven’t seen Uncle Jim since my sister Lisa’s wedding in Winnipeg over 10 years ago. Since moving to Vancouver, trips back have been not nearly often enough. Winnipeg and the Boyce family house hold a special place in my heart, and Uncle Jim was a big part of my memories of Winnipeg traditions growing up. Every year, at thanksgiving dinner as a kid I would look forward to the meatballs that Aunt Dolores would make, I think I ate a couple thousand of them. The house was always one where I felt loved , and met with a hug and smile. Looking at pictures as a kid and even now I could see the Boyce family resemblance in my face. Uncle Jim, his smile and love for family will always be in my memory of him. Love you all,
Jason Boyce, Jim’s nephew
