On Sunday March 12th I received the call to get home immediately. As I rushed home every thought raced through my mind. I arrived to find my father, James Motta, had passed in his sleep from a heart attack. My father was only 52 years old but lived life as if he was forever 21. He loved his family with his big ol heart. Our family was shaken, torn, and left without our best friend. For all who knew my father he was the goofiest guy around. Jim touched everyone's heart. He welcomed you in and entertained us all with his loud music always playing. After long 10 hour days working he'd come home to the love of his life and everything was okay. Life has just took a crazy turn and we are left with a lot on our hands. My mom is in complete shock. He was her whole world.
To our friends and family, anything helps and keep us in your thoughts in our time of need. We are still in shock and with our heavy hearts we ask for your help.
RIP BIG GAME JAMES ❤️