Birth date: Apr 24, 1941 Death date: Oct 9, 2025
James Symons, 84, Lewes, Delaware 2 Corinthians 5:8 “We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.” It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of our beloved Read Obituary
I miss you Daddy ❤️
Happy birthday Poppy ❤️ Hope you are having a great time, we miss you!!!!
Happy Birthday Daddy!!
I send my wishes for you in tearful whispers hoping they are loud enough for you to hear. I remember hearing it’s just a day, no big deal everytime we celebrated this day. But the truth is Daddy it is a big deal, because today is the day that God looked out on the vastness of all he created and knew it was missing something. That something was you!! So as you celebrate in Heaven with loved ones, angels and our Creator, always know there is a little girl who misses her Daddy so much and would give anything to sing to him again. I love and miss you beyond what words could ever convey. I think of you everyday and I celebrate you today and always. I never thought your peace would nearly kill me. But in the end that’s what real love is, learning to let go so that you could fly and be happy. I can’t go to the grave, can’t look at the house, all I can do is replay memories of the good times, the laughter, the long talks and the constant reminders you left me of how much you loved me. I love you too Daddy forever and always. So when you make your wish and blow out your candles, know that I’ll be wishing too, wishing for one more minute with you.
All my love,
Shelly
Missing you is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I don’t know how my heart still beats when you have half of it with you. I love you Daddy.
I speak to the sky in the daylight, and to the stars when night falls.
I whisper prayers of gratitude, offering up the joy and love you poured into my life.
I wait patiently to hear your voice—in the hush of morning, in the quiet of night.
Sometimes a small bird sings, and I wonder if it is you, speaking back to me.
Sometimes the stars seem so near, I can almost touch them—and I imagine that is you.
There are countless days I long for the phone to ring to hear you once again.
I call your phone, leave messages, wishing somehow you could call me back. I remember you saying to keep the phone on in case you could call me from Heaven.
I hold onto the voicemail I have, hearing you say “I love you”—
it sustains me through this tidal wave of grief.
Daddy, you taught me so much, but you never taught me how to live without you.
How can I possibly go on? How can life continue without you here?
You are forever in my heart, and when yours stopped beating, mine shattered. I don’t know how to put the pieces back together.
We did not begin here.
Before this lifetime, before names and dates and roles…
there was already a thread between us.
A familiarity.
A recognition that didn’t need to be explained.
In this life, you came as my father.
Strong, steady, grounding — a presence I could rely on without question.
But beneath that role… there is something older.
There are echoes of care that feel reversed.
Moments where love feels instinctive, not learned.
A quiet knowing that says: “I have held you.
That is why even the smallest patterns — like the number 24 —
feel like gentle reminders instead of coincidences.
We chose each other again.
Not to repeat the past exactly,
but to soften it…
to live it differently.
In these past 10 years,
You anchor me, so I don’t have to carry everything alone
I feel deeply, without needing to fix or prove my love
We exist in a bond that is steady, but also healing
This is not a relationship built on obligation.
It is built on continuation.
On love that has already been lived,
and chose to return… in a new form. A form of reconciliation, loyal and a profound love. One I could have never imagined. One that existed because we never gave up Hope.
And maybe that’s why, even now,
there are moments that feel like more than moments.
Moments where time feels thin.
Where love feels eternal.
Where connection reaches beyond what can be seen.
Because it does.
And it always has.
We are not just connected by life.
We are connected by memory, by choice… and by soul. For eternity.
I love you Daddy with all my heart.
