Lester James (Jim) Lindberg
Dec. 1, 1938 – June 24, 2012
Jim Lindberg, age 73, passed away June 24 as a result of a traffic accident. Jim was born in Portland, OR, attended Grant H.S., and graduated from Reed College with a degree in physics. He served 3 years in the U.S. Army, owned & operated S & C Lumber for 25 years with his brother-in-law, Leonard Fischer. After closing S&C, he worked as a cook at Spirit Mtn. Casino for 9 years. Two years ago, Jim opened “A Turning Leaf” Home Medical Equipment with his daughter, Anne & husband, Randy Turner. He served as CFO for a new company that provided many jobs for the local community of Lebanon & Salem. He loved the outdoors, hiking, picking blackberries, and working with his mind and hands in building, creating, and solving problems. He also tutored math & physics to his nieces and grandchildren. He is survived by his wife of 47 years, Lucie, sister, Suzanne Nelson, daughter, Anne, son, William and six grandchildren. A memorial service will be held on Saturday, June 30th, 11:00am at Emmanuel Lutheran Church in Willamina where he was a member.
Today, I saw his remains. The mortician covered him up so that only the beautiful parts of his face shown. Fortunately, for us only half of his scull smashed against the dash board. I keep on hearing in my head, "OH NO," as he swerved off the highway and over corrected.
I wonder what his last thoughts were of? I sat with him alone in the dark unable to stand. I had to be alone with him. I could not say what I need to say with others present. I've only cried once before as an adult. Crying is painful for men. We don't like to release the din of pain unto the world. The last time I cried was when Kay severed our relationship. Kay was the only woman I've ever proposed to. In some sense, I never did get over her. And I suspect that I never will get over my father. My dad probably never got over his father's passing either.
Lester Leonard Lindberg left his son 39 years ago and suffered a lingering death from multiple strokes. I remember him. Laying in nursing home bed in Seaside. When I went to the clam dig with your cousins. I walked by that care center. I recognized it instantly even though the last time I saw the place I was a little boy. I felt like a little boy again when before your remains, i doubled over in grief.
Yes, dad, I will install that whorehouse light for you. And I will write a poem or short about it. If I am lucky, it will be a slam poem that you can perform through me. I always wanted you to see me perform the love of my life. Poetry.
Do you remember that day we went body surfing down at Newport?