Although I was young when I spent most of my time with my dad, I still remember and cherish every moment deep within my heart. Of all the things we did, traveling was at the top of the list for us, have it be 5 hours away or a whole new continent. He took me to places most children didn't even know of at that age such as Thailand, Ohio, Egypt, Japan, and many more. Thanks to my dad, my childhood was greatly enhanced; not everyone can say they rode an elephant or a camel or took pictures in front of an Egyptian pyramid standing like mummies.

My dad taught me many lessons, making sure that I understood all of them even though I was still so little. It wasn't basic lessons, though, like helping me with my math facts or building a correct, complete sentence. Instead, it was telling me I was wrong, even if I was right, so that I would have the confidence and ability to prove myself. It was having me be his passenger seat navigator through the many roads of Los Angeles or telling him the list of directions up to Disneyland, even though he already knew them. It was making sure I knew my surroundings and orientation in case of an emergency. As a little girl, I'd complain about having to do these things. Like they say, "Girls just wanna have fun."

My younger self wanted to skip the stress and frustration of trying to find the right exit and go straight to experiencing the excitement and fun of the Disneyland attractions with him. As I grew up, I realized what my dad was doing. He was molding me to make sure I could stand anything or anyone that comes my way. My dad shaped me into someone I can be proud of, and hopefully someone he can be proud to call his one and only daughter.

I wish that I could've spent more time and learned more lessons with him growing up, but he went his own way. I lost him then and now I've lost him again, but on a whole new level. This time, we all have lost him. 

I'll still hold you close in my heart, I always have.
May you rest in peace Dad.

Many memories of my brother Jim.  teasing me non-stop.  "Heehuffy" where Jim would move his shoulder ever so slightly, and I would cry to mom that he's doing heehuffy again and mom would say stop looking at him, but he could move a hair to get me going again.  Making sure he farted near me was another way to torment me. 

 Jim and I played alot in the empty lot behind our house,  one summer there was a "war"with kids who lived across the creek and the goal was to take control of boards that served as bridges across the creek, needless to say we won every time.  Jim and our cousin John Petz built tree houses in that empty lot.  Jim always played baseball at Trilby school across the street with neighborhood kids.

I am glad that I visited Jim in August, and stayed with him at the breathtaking house he built.

Jim I am going to miss you more than words can express.  Love your sister Karen



My step dad, Jim would always push me to get good grades in school, would always check my grade online. And if i have a single C even if it’s a high C like 79.9% in any of my classes. He would always take my phone, my laptop, and my iPad until I get those grades up. 
I remember when I was in middle school, my English teacher would have a vocabulary test every Friday and I would never want to study by myself. He would make sure that I study or I won’t be able to watch TV or be on my iPad.  
I also have to pay for my phone bill every month. Which was around $35 per month and I would have to work 2 hours every single weekend to pay for it. And if I don’t, he would also take my phone and all of my devices until I finish my 2 hours of work.
I am so thankful for all the thing he has done for me, for always pushing me to do good in school, to push me to work because that’s how the real life is. 

It was a pleasure to have worked with Jim  for many years at Guardian in both Thailand and the UAE.  Such a down to earth guy who loved helping others succeed at being the best that they could be. We shared so many memories in Thailand together. 
Jim ... You will be missed. Our thoughts and prayers for your family and loved ones at this time, we extend to all our most sincer condolences.   Phil, Cris and family. 

I worked closely with Jim for 3 years during his job in the Middle East, such a pleasant personality, and an easy understanding man who takes his responsibilities serious while making everyone’s job easy and joyful, he did change my whole approach to life while we travelled through the market together, will never forget him. Rest in peace Jim. 

Although he was twenty-one years my senior, Jim was more like a big brother to me than a father figure. I have countless memories of him throwing my towel into the swimming pool so I would have to drip dry, slamming me into the garage door as I attempted to make my way to the hoop during our driveway basketball games, treating his sons and me to Slurpees as we nursed our bruises after those games, and tricking me on several occasions, which usually resulted in me making a fool of myself. (For example, asking the mailman if he ever heard of "Easter lights" when Jim insisted they put them up in Ohio.) Another reoccurring memory was of Jim randomly entering Jimmy's room when we were playing video games or listening to music. He would always loom over us, saying nothing, then exit as abruptly as he entered, leaving the foul stench of an SBD behind. 

My most cherished memory, however, was the one time I got the best of him. When spending the night at the Petz house, I woke up one morning to find Jim passed out on the couch after an early morning jog. I tiptoed into the kitchen and filled up the biggest glass I could find. Leaving the front door open for a quick escape, I tossed the cold water on Jim's face, paused just long enough to enjoy his wide-eyed surprise, and dashed outside. I remember him running after me, but stopping at the edge of his property. "I know where you live!" he yelled, angry but smiling. Of course he did. I lived across the street. But he never exacted his revenge. I realize now that Jim gave me that victory, as reparation for all the times he got me.

This family has always welcomed me with warmth, but I learned early on that Jim's way was with charm, wit and wisdom. That he was so authentically himself with everyone is what made him so likeable. Sure, he may have caused some pearl-clutching and head-shaking! But it never really came as a surprise, because he was always true to who he was.

We all know he was charming. I still remember the first time he met my grandma (who was never known as a flirt). Within minutes she made it known that HE is who she wanted to sit next to at dinner. His sky blue eyes, impish grin, and tell-it-like-it-is humor captivated everyone he met, even my grandma.

Jim could always be counted on to break awkward moments with much-needed comic relief, and those zingers that hit you like a curve ball. I loved hearing stories of his antics as a young parent with three boys. So many memories with him are filled with laughter...And football! Go Lions.

For all the charm and wit we speak of, I think it was rooted in how sharp he really was. He had an inner ability to read situations, and the experience to reinforce it. Whenever we had a tough dilemma to navigate, I always asked Jimmy, "Have you run it by your dad?" His wisdom will be missed just as much as his charm and humor.

To the family, friends, pups, all who were touched by him...please know that I am thinking of him, and thinking of you. Sending my love and wishing you comfort, closeness and connection as you navigate this loss.

I can remember my brother when we went to school. I would eat hot cereal and he always wanted onion soup or a hamburger.Then he would ride his bike in circles on the way to school.I would rush home and say Jim's riding in circles again. He would take the knob off the TV that changed the channels so we had to watched what he wanted. At the lake he would fart into the fan. My mom would say Oh my god who did that.Also he would pull tubers on the lake wildly. My mom would go inside the cottage because she couldn't take it.I'm going to miss him terribly. My grandchildren loved ''Uncle Jim''.He would tease them non stop.

                                                            Love you Jim,
                                                             Your  older sister Judy  

There is a few memories of my brother Jim.  It was a Saturday and my Mom was at Foodtown and Kilgus and I was 7 years years old and Jim was 19. He was sitting in a wooden rocker in the living room listening to Led Zeppelin. I came up behind him and and tipped the rocker over and Jim fell on the floor. He was so mad he chased me around the house and I ran back in the living room and was running around the coffee table and Jim jumped over the coffee table and broke my Mom’s favorite green horse in a thousand pieces. Needless to say we both got in trouble when Mom got home. Jim and Cheryl went to Myrtle Beach and brought back very powerful fireworks. I was 11 years old and Jim was 25. We were letting off Roman Candles and he was throwing M200’s that was cracking the schools cement sidewalks. Somebody called the cops on us and Jim and I went on the side of the house. I was in front of Jim.  The cop stayed in front of the house and Jim pushed me out to talk to the cop He said I was a minor and couldn’t get in trouble. When the cop left my Mom came out asked Jim why in the hell is Amy talking to a cop. Jim also surprised me on my wedding flying in from CA.   My Brother Jim was unique, witty, funny and extremely intelligent who I am going to miss terribly. Love your youngest sister Amy

Jim was a good friend to my brother Rick.  I am so sorry to hear about his death.  He seemed healthy when I saw him at my brother's wake service in March.  May both of them enjoy God's blessings in heaven.

Jim was a co-worker and Friend for the last 30 years.  But those words hardly express who Jim really was to me and so many others.  He was a man that not only was one of the brightest accounting and business minds in our company but also had the people skills and leadership ability to put it in action.   Jim traveled the world with Guardian and made a positive impression on each and every person's life that he met, worked with, and/or touched in any way.  He was a uniquely funny and witty guy who always knew how to make even the most tense moments seem calm.   People loved to be around Jim and those fortunate enough to work with him respected him for his talents, his motivation, and his heart.  He loved his family and talked about his children always.   Many people come and go in our lives but Jim will not be forgotten soon or ever by those fortunate enough to know and love this mountain of a man.   May he rest in peace and harmony now and always.   

Jim joined me on my very first out-of-town assignment at Guardian Industries.  We met at our Upper Sandusky, OH location.  I couldn't have had a better person introduce me to Guardian's culture and to learn about the Company.  Jim was so friendly and looking out for my best interests.  It was the beginning of a long and pleasant business relationship with Jim that included work around the world.  Jim was always generous with his thoughts and opinions with the intention of getting the best results, a real team player.  He was a joy to be around and a absolutely great host whenever I joined him during my travels.  Gonna miss you Jim.

Such a quick, witty man. He always left me kind of speechless, I never quite had a comeback that could top his. To his sons and the rest of the family, I give you my deepest condolences. Such a heartbreaking loss.  All my love. 

OBITUARIO

James Robert Petz

29 mayo, 1955 – 12 septiembre, 2018

Boice Funeral Home

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