James “Jim” Stephen Vickers, entered this world on January 13, 1946 in Tulsa, Oklahoma as the "Son" of William A and Dorothy Mae Vickers (Grisham).
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Jim established a career in the trucking industry, and experienced many years living a truckers life “on the road” as “PTRBLTJ” Peterbilt Jim. Jim’s choice for his career offered great fulfillment to his need for an open road, as well as an acceptable level of comfortability, compatible to the capability of his efforts as a family man…”loving from a distance” In the early years of fatherhood, Jim is remembered by his children for his absence. The efforts of Jim’s children to recall a memory with their father include a phone call and occasional visit. Jim’s efforts to create a memory were established by his own inability to live a grounded life, long enough to have any kind of a close relationship, which would lead one to think that Jim Vickers, might one day leave his life here on earth, as just another loan stranger and unknown through the legacy of his absence.
On June 27, 2019, once again, in the absence of their father, the children of James “Jim” Stephen Vickers gathered together, recalling the the memories of their father as they prepared for one last goodbye.
“Recalling a Memory” and this is what they shared…
A most important moment in Dad’s life…the one that created a difference in their own…
"The most important moment came when he met and married Olivia. He was not mature and grounded enough to have a close relationship with his spouse at the time or his children. That all changed when he met and married Olivia. She was so family oriented that she helped ground him. She was the glue that pulled and held everything together. The past 16 years have been the greatest years of my life regarding my father. He has been there, like really there like a father and husband should be. "
By his presence…they knew him well
“Stubborn as a mule” Anyone that knew him on his American side of the family as well as his family by marriage (Philippines) would say he was stubborn on just about everything. Loving/Caring Dad was not afraid to love. He cared about a lot and a lot of people. Funny. I cannot remember a time when Dad was not telling a funny story or “Trying” to retell a joke that he heard, and he would totally screw up the punchline. He always loved telling the same stories over and over again. As his age progressed his memory diminished. Sometimes he told the same story to the same individual three times in the same day. " "Another thing that interested Dad was watching old tv shows or Westerns. He also loved curling up on the couch with Olivia and watching Christmas movies together, which left them both tearing up. " "Singing. I cannot recall a time that he did not enjoy singing, even into his last days. As with everything else your memory fades with age. That never stopped my father from trying to sing along with the radio, and because he could not remember some of the words, it was nothing for him to make up his own along the way right in the middle of singing the song. Stormy weather was not so much a hobby as much as it was quite humorous. If there was severe weather anywhere near Oklahoma, it seems he would not catch the full story on the storm chasers location, but he would darn sure call EVERYONE to let them know that a tornado was already spotted and touched down, and it was headed right for you. It did not matter where you were in the state, he was calling you several times to tell you the tornado is coming your way. The storms may have not even dropped a tornado yet and it is just severe, located in far NW Oklahoma. He would call me and I would be traveling for work and be located in say Paul’s valley very far south, and he would tell me that the storm is headed right for me. Although I had already checked it out and the storm was moving Northeast from the panhandle and it was headed into Kansas. He would place the same phone call to what seemed to be all of the contacts in his phone and he would tell them the same things, that it was headed right for them.
Jim Vickers Children knew him through his spiritual beliefs
"My father was a Christian. He was a God fearing man. He did not always live his life like a devout Christian, as he had many struggles throughout his life.
The Legacy of “PTRBLTJ” Peterbilt Jim according to Jim’s children
“Engage this life with passion and gratitude. None of us know how long our lives may be. But we can leave the legacy of living like we care, and living in a way that honors our creation. People will remember how you live more than the details of your achievements. Loving our spouse and our children with commitment and enthusiasm is a legacy like no other. Love like your life depended on it (it does). Even when we have nothing else to give, we still have love. Loving our spouse and our children with commitment and enthusiasm is a legacy like no other”
Sharing His Words
"I lived a good life. When I was diagnosed with cancer and told if I did nothing to fight it I would only have 3-6 months to live. Well family and friends, that was June of last year. I beat cancers ass a lot longer than expected. I spent the last year doing what I wanted to do, how I wanted to do it. Of course I wanted more time, we all did. It is what it is. You go out there and live your own life your way and don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t. If they try to stop you, just Tell them to kiss your ass and do it anyway. " On June 27, 2019 in honor of the absence of their father, the Vickers children recalled the memories of their father…and they shared them all.
Ohhhh …and their Dad’s favorite color was blue”
Jim is survived by his loving wife Olivia Vickers, sons Randy Vickers, James Vickers Jr., and Frankie Vickers, daughter Dee Dee Vickers, grandchildren River, Blaike, Collin, Brianna, Bobby and Christopher, and great grandchild Westyn.