Jim Bold
September 15, 1966 - September 03, 2017
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Jim Bold
September 15, 1966 - September 03, 2017
Obituary
Jim Bold, 50, of Brentwood, CA beloved son, father, brother, uncle, friend and neighbor passed away Sunday September 3, 2017 of complications from epilepsy. Born September 15, 1966 in Philadelphia, PA to Anne-marie (Nancy) & Francis James Bold, Jim graduated from Birmingham Brother Rice High School (MI) in 1984. He attended Oakland (MI) and Saddleback (CA) Community Colleges and graduated with a BA from Wayne State University (MI). His employment career began as a Caddie at Bloomfield Hills Country Club, MI in the early 1980’s. During the 1990’s, Jim owned and operated a valet parking service firm outside Morton’s Steakhouse in Southfield, MI. Most recently, he served proudly for ICR (Industrial Control Repair) Warren, MI in Sales on the West Coast.
Jim was preceded in death by his brother, Francis A.; and father Francis J; He is survived by his son, Liam; daughter, Claire; mother, Anne-marie (Nancy); Sisters, Teresa & Nancy; brother, Gerald; nieces Ashley & Victoria, Nephews Kenny & Kory.
Services Friday September 15, 2017 St. Kilian Catholic Church Mission Viejo, CA 11 AM Rosary 12 Noon Funeral Mass. Interment to follow Ascension Cemetery Lake Forest, CA. In lieu of flowers, donations in Jim’s memory can be made to the Epilepsy Foundation of Northern California: https://impact.epilepsynorcal.org/checkout/donation?eid=77777, Orange County: https://epilepsyfoundation.secure.force.com/EpilepsyPublicDonationPage?form=a04i000000AVI44 or to The Vasculitis (GPA/Wegeners) Foundation: http://www.vasculitisfoundation.org/education/granulomatosis-with-polyangiitis-gpa-wegeners/
14 responses to Jim Bold
Renee Walls says:
September 9, 2017
I remember when Jim was a little boy. So cute and happy. I am so sorry to hear this news. My condolences to the Hold family. Renee Walls
NS says:
September 10, 2017
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Gina Carrillo says:
September 12, 2017
Lit a candle in memory of Jim Bold
Katie says:
September 12, 2017
Happier Days…Love Uncle Howard and Aunt Pat
DENNIS KRANIAK says:
September 14, 2017
Writing an obituary is a tough assignment. How do you summarize someone’s life in a few paragraph’s. I’m not sure that you can. Good to get some facts in there, connect some dots of life so people get some context. Where he was born, went to high school, worked, who was related to and who survives him, all of it matters to be sure. For my part, I want tell you about my friend Jim.
Jim was the funniest person I’ve ever known. Oh my God could he make me laugh. As a bit of a comedic genius myself, Jim and I would riff together, like Jazz musicians on a street corner. No formal notes, just pick up on a theme and run it through. Sometimes these themes were carried over for years. Applying new lines to the core joke, some new context based on age or wisdom. The work only got funnier. Jim and I were part of different crews — a group of Rice boys in our teen years. A group of young guns who lived the high life on a small budget in our twenties. Jim was part of a number of crews. Some I knew better than others. The humor was a constant in each one, as this was Jim.
He was fun to hang around with. A solid athlete who just as easily cross you over on a basketball court as take your money in a skins golf competition. And Jim was competitive. He wanted to win. Whether it was Euchre, ping pong or tennis, he played to win. He was a good sport though, played fairly and always found ways to find the humor in a given game.
He was handsome. Just ask him. The girls loved him. Just ask him. Here’s the thing. He had a kind heart. He was gentle. He cared. Jim was great at intimate, one on one conversations. He like to delve deep into philosophy. He was amazed that bees could fly. Jim had his opinions and loved to talk politics.
I keep going back to his humor. Like a good comedian, Jim observed the world. You go see a comedy show and usually, by the end, the comedian has you looking at life a bit differently. You start by yucking it up and at the end you find yourself thinking deeply about how the world works, or asking.. why do we do things that way? Jim was like that. He has the depth and intelligence to see the world differently, to find humor in it. This was a daily experience in my time together with him. And the dialogue that came from these observations turned into comedy gold, at least between friends. We laughed so hard we cried.
And now I cry as I miss my friend Jim. I haven’t come to know his son Liam and daughter Claire that well, living in Michigan as they grew up in California. What I do know is how proud Jim was of them. How he bragged about them. And I gather from our conversations they too shared some moments of humor with their dad. I know Jim was proud to call Audrey his wife and the two of them were a gorgeous couple. Most of my conversation with Jim in the past few years centered around his kids. He loved to tell stories about them. And to Claire and Liam: We love your dad. So many people feel close to Jim and that’s because of who we was: A kind, gentle, generous man who lit up a room with his humor and charm. He was a hard worker who would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He lived a full life and there are many tales to tell. You want to hear them, anytime please call. We all have stories.
Jim was also proud to part of the Bold Family. Genius brother Frank. Brilliant pianist and humorist in his own right, Frank, his dad. His independent sister Terry, Jim always spoke of you as a leader. Jim’s loving sister Nancy, a trusted ally. His brother Jerry, the talented one that Jim admires so much. Jim always brags about Jerry. He should, even though he looks like Marc Ivaroni. And of course the unconditional love of his mother, who never slept, waiting for her kids to come home.
Jim is home now. None of us were ready to say goodbye. The connection so great that we’d pick up a phone after several months apart and immediately start to riff the