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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, James Enderle II who was born on September 06, 1975 and passed away in a tragic accident on December 10, 2004 at the age of 29.  We will remember him forever.

James with Ssg Reese on a convoy in Kuwait 2003


What can be said about a man like James?  To know James is to love him.  His bright smile and optimistic attitude, his kind and gentle nature, his cunning sense of humor and his laugh, his love and his spirit touched all who met him.  He was the closest thing to perfect that a man can get here on this earth.  His love for his family, for his country, and for his Lord shined so brightly - no one could ever doubt his love. 

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.  For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to seperate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. ~ Romans 8:37-39

Carson's blessing day June 2003

James was a loving husband to Gabriel, a devoted father to Olivia and Carson, a brother, a son, an uncle, a soldier in the United States Army, a Bronze Star recipient and veteran, a Christian and faithful member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, a missionary, a friend, and now an angel.

New Angel

There’s a new angel in Heaven,
He arrived not so long ago,
His arrival was oh, so sudden,
He hadn’t planned to go.
He left behind a family
That he loved so dear,
No chance to say goodbye,
No chance to hold them near.
He left at such a special time,
When the world is full of joy,
But remember the gift the Christ child brought.
The Gospel of eternal life, that as a man, he taught.
So, dear loved ones, do not weep,
All his memories pray to keep.
Think of this this time of year,
And maybe his voice you will hear,
Singing in the Heavenly throngs,
As they sing their Christmas songs.

Penned by Michael Mitchell
December 14, 2004
In Loving Memory of his nephew James Edward Enderle II
6 September 1975 - 10 December 2004


 The Promise by Tracy Chapman

If you wait for me then I’ll come for you
Although I’ve traveled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
If you think of me, if you miss me once in awhile
Then I’ll return to you
I’ll return and fill that space in your heart
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I’ll find my way back to you
If you’ll be waiting
If you dream of me like I dream of you
In a place that’s warm and dark
In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I’ll find my way back to you
If you’ll be waiting
I’ve longed for you and I have desired
To see your face, your smile
To be with you wherever you are
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I’ll find my way back to you
Please say you’ll be waiting
Together again
It would feel so good to be in your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you can make a promise 
if it’s one that you can keep
I vow to come for you
If you wait for me and say you’ll hold
A place for me in your heart.


Our Family Portrait at Christmas 2003

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart) i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) - e.e. cummings

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"Something else I have come to realize as I have been reading the New Testament is what a great man of action the Savior was.  I mean, sure, he is the son of God and all and He is perfect but as I have read and pondered the book of Matthew this time, it just seems to pop out that He was someone who did what needed to be done and said what needed to be said despite what others thought of Him.  I know that is what I want to be like.  I have the problem of always wanting to please everyone.  I'm slowly coming to the realization that you can't do that.  You need to find out what needs to be done and do it.  'Do what is right, let the consequence follow" as the hymn goes.  I love my Savior.  I knew Him and loved Him before I was born and I want that again and slowly I think it is coming about.  I need to do more than know about Him, I need to know Him (John 17:3).  And by reading the scriptures and pondering them and living what they teach, I will reach that goal." ~ Written by James Enderle II in his journal during his duty in Kuwait.  Dated: February 16, 2003.

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 I know your life
On earth was troubled,
And only you could know the pain,
You weren’t afraid to face the devil,
You were no stranger to the rain.
Go rest high on that mountain,
'Cause son, your work on earth is done,
Go to Heaven a shoutin’
Love for the Father and the Son.
Oh, how we cried the day you left us,
We gathered 'round your grave to grieve,,
I wish I could see the angels' faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing.
Go rest high on that mountain,
'Cause son, your work on earth is done,
Go to Heaven a shoutin’
Love for the Father and the Son.
~ 'Go Rest High on the Mountain' sung by Vince Gill

"As we were born into mortalilty, we left a loving family to go on a journey that had an uncertain ending.  We had a loving father and mother who raised us and taught us and had to say goodbye as we left home with no promise of returning.  It is only in the grace of God's plan that we have a hope of returning.  It had never occured to me what it must be like for Heavenly Father to say goodbye to his children until I had to leave my family to come to Kuwait.  I miss them so much it hurts sometimes.  And the only peace of mind I can get is when we communicate by phone or email and then I know they are safe and haven't forgotten me or of my love for them.   So also is life.  Heavenly Father loves us so much and longs to hear from us in prayer so He can know that He is important to us and we haven't forgotten Him.  He will never forget us.  He wants to bless us and wants us to be happy and by communicating with Him, we can find out what He wants us to do.  I love the Gospel of Jesus Christ and I am grateful that I hold the priesthood of God.  I only hope that I can be an instrument in God's hands to bless others lives." ~ Written by James Enderle II in his journal during his duty in Kuwait.  Dated: February 22, 2003.

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Don't cry a tear for me now baby,
There comes a time we all must say goodbye
And if that's what Heaven's made of,
You know, I, I ain't afraid to die.
~ from 'If Heaven' by Andy Griggs


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 The Moon to His Sun

As I fall through the black void of space,
I catch a warm glow of light from your face.
It seems to light up all I see
And brings a sense of purpose to me.
But how can I dare to lift my sight,
To gaze at the source of my meaning and light?
With you, I’m a portion of your beam,
But without you, I’d never be seen.
For I was a cold, faceless rock,
A useless man the stars would mock.
But now a reason I have to be,
A song to sing in praise of thee.
No longer an ugly waste of space,
At last a purpose, a meaning, a place.
For while you warm and lighten much,
There are times when things are still and dark,
When they turn from light and miss the mark,
And it’s then that I begin to shine.
You help fulfill this mission of mine -
To brighten the cold and lonely night
With your tender love and gentle light.
A mirror some say that I’ve become,
A reflection of your life to everyone.
Although it’s true I help them see,
I can only be as bright as you make me.

By James E Enderle II
Written for his fiancé, Gabriel, in 1999

 Goodbye, My Lover by James Blunt

Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun, Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won. So I took what's mine by eternal right. Took your soul out into the night. It may be over but it won't stop there, I am here for you if you'd only care. You touched my heart you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew when, My heart was blinded by you. I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell. I've been addicted to you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I am a dreamer and when I wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me. Remember us and all we used to be. I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile. I've watched you sleeping for a while. I'd be the father of your child. I'd spend a lifetime with you. I know your fears and you know mine. We've had our doubts but now we're fine, And I love you, I swear that's true. I cannot live without you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. And I still hold your hand in mine. In mine when I'm asleep. And I will bear my soul in time, When I'm kneeling at your feet. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow. I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow. I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow. 

      The Sullivan Ballou Letter  
July 14, 1861

My Dear Sarah,
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days -- perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more. Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure -- and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine 0 God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing -- perfectly willing -- to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt. But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows -- when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children -- is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.
I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me -- perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more. 
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours -- always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.
As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children. 


(James and I always loved this letter and we had it read by Robert Drello at our wedding on July 24, 1999.  Little did we know that this letter would be more meaningful for me because of James's death 5 1/2 years later.)

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Tributes and Condolences
You're Beautiful   / Gabriel Enderle (James's wife )
"We shared a moment that will last 'till the end" ~ James BluntHow true.  In the span of eternity, our time together was so brief and short.  In forever, it was only a moment.  But for me, it was the best moment of my life an...  Continue >>
On this Easter Holiday   / Gabriel Enderle (wife)
James, on this Easter weekend, I am thinking about you even more than I usually do.  Remembering what Jesus Christ endured and how He suffered for mankind, for us, is keeping the thought in my heart that I will see you again.  You shall ris...  Continue >>
The 1st Thanksgiving without you   / Gabriel Enderle (Eternal wife )
My sweet James, the first Thanksgiving has come and gone without you here and I actually made it through it. Can you believe it? I made it through it. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, certainly not as bad as the week or two leading...  Continue >>
I Believe   / Gabriel Enderle (eternal wife )
My James, I heard this song for the first time the other day and every time that I play it, I can't help but think of you. I think this song says everything. "I Believe" by Diamond RioEvery now and then soft as breath upon my skinI feel you...  Continue >>
Sleep in peace, my love   / Gabriel Enderle (eternal wife )
I often wonder what it was like for you as you slipped away from this life and entered the gates of the spirit world.  I am haunted by questions of your death, of your suffering.  Did you feel the pain of death?  Did you see yourself a...  Continue >>
Putting on a brave face  / Olivia Enderle (Daughter)    Read >>
A memory  / Erin Sowles (Niece)    Read >>
So sorry for the loss of your wonderful man.  / Jeannette Scott (No)    Read >>
I remember  / Charles Brainard (First Sergeant )    Read >>
My thoughts on James  / Pam Norwood (Mother-in-law and friend )    Read >>
Thinking of James  / James Enderle (Father)    Read >>
A Poem  / L. Stevenson (sister-in-law by marriage )    Read >>
Father's Day  / Rosemary Sis Of Alvin Cremeans     Read >>
Rest in peace James  / Rosemary Sis Of Alvin Cremeans     Read >>
I'm Sorry  / Angela Lorenzen (Sister)    Read >>
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His legacy
James's Legacy  

The legacy that James left behind is one of love.  There was not a mean bone in his body and he hated no one.  His outlook on life was a positive one and if it wasn't, than it was met with a joke.  His love of life and zest for living just oozed from him from every pore and was contagious.  He had a pure heart and loved Jesus Christ with all of his might.  He was dedicated to spreading the word of the Lord to all men, hoping that they would find the peace and joy and love that he knew because of the gospel.  Most people would agree that James had a certain spirit around him, an aura that was so very different and special.  He was an extraordinary man, yet he was a humble one.  He never considered himself to be anything special and never desired the spotlight.  He just lived the best life he could and loved all those who were in his life, no matter who they were.  James is an example to me of how to live and laugh like it could be the last day alive and how to endure to the end.  His legacy will live on forever because of those who loved him and were touched by him and his life.  Because of the memories and stories that we share, James Edward Enderle II will live on forever.
~ Gabriel Enderle

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