Jim Horan, an aspiring denizen of the welkin, caught up to his horizon on Saturday, Oct. 24. Jim stuck his head into an unsuspecting world on May 14, 1938, the firstborn son of Martin and Bertha Horan, whose union had formed when the rancher met the schoolmarm in Straw, Mont. (that's about 10 miles south of Eddy's Corner). Raised in Illinois, Jim moved to Montana after graduation from the University of Illinois with a degree in veterinary medicine.
He married his true love and best buddy, Marilyn, in 1963. This sphere of happiness was expanded with the addition of daughter Liz, son-in-law Scott Monson and grandsons Alex and Ryan Monson.
Jim and Marilyn operated The Animal Hospital enjoying the satisfaction provided by the pets and their owners, truly a bunch of great people. After their retirement in 1995, Jim could fully enjoy his interests in skydiving, bicycling and generally puttering around with projects. He found that work sometimes interrupts a good day.
His younger brother Pat, who was killed by a drunken driver in 1964, preceded Jim in death. Please don't drink and drive.
Cremation has taken place and a private family service will follow. A celebration of Jim's life will occur at a later date, in conjunction with the Summer Solstice. Bring your Jim stories, happy stories only are allowed. Any complaints will be ignored because it's way too late.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Jim's favorite radio station: Yellowstone Public Radio, 1500 N. 30th, Billings, MT 59101.
We'd like to share a skydiving poem composed by Jim:
It's not the narrow edge of peril
But the entrance to the air and the sky
Where we play, turning, diving, rolling,
Floating fast in joint ecstasy until
The lack of sky says we must flee.
Then safely apart spread the soft wing for a
Gentle flight back to where we will start again.
One last message from Jim: Be Gentle, Try to Understand Things.