Wednesday, December 4, 2013

James Riley

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March 12, 1942-Nov. 20, 2013
    Riley was a surfer, an artist with drywall compound, the neighborhood activities director, and the coolest bus driver around.  Friends and strangers alike could count on him for a good story, a cheeky song, and a drink.  He was the funniest, most subversive person you ever met.  He was an instigator, a black sheep, and a pain in the ass.  He was truly one-of-a-kind. Parkinson’s disease took him from us, and cancer ended his life.  He was always the brightest light in the room, and we were lucky to be illuminated by him.
    Riley loved you all.  He hated going to services and didn't want us to hold one for him, but we’ll think about having one in the summer.  We’ll be in touch.  In the meantime, celebrate him in your own way and raise a glass of B.V. to our friend, brother, husband, and father, James Riley. Hang five and kick out. Arrangements under the direction of Demaray Funeral Service, Shoshone Chapel.
— Nan & Emily Riley

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