Last Video of James Shirl Corrales 1931-2009 . Taped by Chris Aable





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Uploaded on Jan 12, 2009

This is the last video taken of James Shirl Corrales, by Chris Aable when Chris was visiting James in his garage on Christmas day, 2008. It was a cold and cloudy day, so despite being wheel-chair bound, James wanted to BBQ for his family and friends instead of the "same old Christmas turkey". As always, Jame's BBQ was enjoyed by all.
The following is a Eulogy published on Chris Aable's MySpace page/journal:
My Step Dad, "Daddy James" Corrales, passed away around 10:30pm, January 9th, 2009, peacefully in his sleep in the hospital. He was born in 1931 and would have been 78 this June. He contracted West Niles Virus in 2003, was bed-ridden for many months due to the lost of ability to move his legs, but graduated to wheelchair-status afterward with full use of his arms and hands.

I've known him almost 30 years and he was always a kind soul, welcoming me like my birth father. My mom said I must have an instinct about when people are passing on, because the last thing I did last week, despite the wheelchair making a hugs a little awkward, was give him a healthy long hug and say "I love you, Daddy James".

With mom nearby, I then joked: "Before you know it, mom will be counting down the next Christmas visit by saying: The kids will be here in....9 months....6 months...3 months.....six weeks....three weeks".

Daddy James laughed and said "yeah, that's true" and then laughed some more. With that, we both thanked each other, as we do every year, for a wonderful visit and said our final goodbyes.

Those were my last moments with him, 12:45 pm, Friday January 2nd, 2009. I remember the exact time because I looked at my watch, wishing I could stay forever.
I also videotaped Daddy James while he was BBQ'ing, for Christmas. It's one of his favorite pastimes and he was among the best at it, creating some of the best masterpieces most of his fans had ever tasted, even while he was wheelchair-bound. I also recorded his last interview, so that Daddy James will live on for as long as cyber space does - and well beyond.

Daddy James and I were different in many ways, but shared many similarities, our love for old his and my mom's great cooking, TV shows, watching and talking about the weather and his hunting and fishing adventures with Uncle Claude King and many old friends and family.

After Daddy James became wheelchair bound, I always tried to add as much happiness to his life as I could. It became an annual tradition to take him and Mom to Kelly's Seafood Restaurant near Louisiana Downs Horse Racetrack. We would both joke about the rewards of moderation, but would quickly add that every now and then it's okay to pig-out. But regarding moderation, I would ask him if he will start drinking 2% milk as a substitute for whole milk and he said "sure I will".
He had a good sense of balance and knew how to live longer than most while living it up at the same time. For each of us, we must choose a balance between the quantity of years we live and the quality within those years. Daddy James succeeded at both living long and living well.

One of his favorite pastimes was watching John Wayne movies. He and I both loved the Western/Comedy "Rooster Cogburn" and we must have seen it a dozen times in the last ten years. John Wayne has just lost his best friend on earth, but somewhere he and Daddy James are riding horses high on the hog.

Christmas before last I took Daddy James to see one of his elderly cousins for a visit, and last Christmas I took him to see his Aunt Jenny. His cousin and aunt said, in so many words, that they were lonely as they rarely had such visits. It was extraordinary of Daddy James to visit with them for hours, particularly since he was wheelchair-bound.
He went out of his way to make others less lonely and yet never complained about his own situation. He saw the glass as half full instead of half empty, and he appreciated life and his many blessings. He was grateful for my mom, his wife, and the "Better Homes and Gardens"-style home she made for him. He was grateful for his good children who in turn have raised their very good children of their own.

I hope everyone can learn such gratitude from my Daddy James, who turned out to be one of my greatest teachers. A teacher who taught humble appreciation, not through loud lectures, but simply by silently being who he was.


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