Jim Godber R.I.P.

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GODBER, Horton James (Jim)
1931 – 2015
Born in Montreal on April 20, 1931, died on June 30, 2015 in Montreal peacefully, after a short illness, surrounded by his two loving sons. He was the son of the late Harold James Godber and the late Rene (McCullagh); beloved husband of Susan (Racey), his wife of 58 years; father of John (Christine Smith) of Westmount, QC, Tom of Knowlton, QC, and the late Peter of Magog, QC; grandfather of Tim, Phillippe, Jake, Marc and Andrea; and brother- in-law of Margaret (Racey) and William Stavert. Jim was a loving husband, father and mentor to many. Those who knew him will remember him as a caring and giving person. The family extends its sincere thanks to the Palliative Care Teams at the Montreal Neurological Hospital and the new Royal Victoria Hospital (Glen Campus). A private family ceremony will be held and will be followed in late August by a memorial service at the Mount Royal Funeral Complex, 1297 Chemin de la Foret, Outremont, Quebec, Tel: , www.mountroyalcem.com. Donations to the Cedars Cancer Institute, or online at www.cedars.ca, would be appreciated. –
Tribute from Anita Nowak

August 31, 2015 ·

 Sadly, Jim Godber (my beloved pseudo-grandfather) passed away on June 30, 2015. May he rest in peace.
Today was his memorial service and I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see so many people in attendance because he was such a great man. Nor was I surprised to hear his son Tom say that one of Jim’s greatest joys in life was to mentor McGillians. He epitomized mentorship – and I am blessed to have known his gift first-hand.
When I open every ISESI class with my first lesson of the term, I’m borrowing from Jim who once told me: “You are better than you think you are.” This term’s class will be taught in his honour.
Oh, how he loved to describe how turtles get things right – They have to stick their necks out to go forward. And they never look back. Incredibly, minutes after my baptism in Tbilisi, Georgia a few short weeks ago, a large, wild tortoise wandered by. I know it was his way of saying goodbye…
It was a privilege to have loved you, Jim, for the past 10 years and I will always be grateful for your guidance and support

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