James was born 10/2/88. He was all about sports (learned from Joel Trozzi who knew him since he was 1 years old until his death.) Joel Trozzi was his mom's boyfriend and in 1996 became his father. James went on every date or event with his mother Cheri Trozzi) and Joel. He had severe asthma and could not go trick or treat on Halloween so Joel carried him to every door. He was on a nipulizer every 4 hours the majority of his younger life. He never told anyone how bad his asthma was. No one realized how bad his asthma was. We took him to a park fair. He liked the suspending bridges and robes you had to climb through and he wanted so bad to go back and do it again. He collapsed and turned blue as soon as he got off. He was 2 or 3 years old. In preschool, the teachers would find him lying on the ground during playtime and would call us.. We would ask them if they gave him is medicine and they would always so "no" we did not think he needed it. In grade school we were told that unless he could administer the medicine himself they would not treat him. He had great doctors who would show up on the weekends or flyback from New York to treat him. In his teenage life, we went camping at Buena Vista and he could not even get out of the car. His pulmonary specialist was in New York and advised us that James was crashing off his medicine. Palmdale hospital though James was okay after medicine and UCLA would also not keep him because after treating he would be okay for 30 minutes. Dr. Rachelpsky, contacted the UCLA and advised them of the urgency they needed to hospitalized him because he was crashing. Rachelpsky was his pulmonary doctor since he was three. Dr. Rachelpsky flew back from New York to insure James was hospitalized and after three days he did crash at UCLA. He spent a week in the hospital. Sincethat incident James was remained with only 60% of his lung capacity. He had lost the elastic in his long and if we would ever have pneumonia it would have been detrimenal to his quality of life. He could not go to the beach because he would have problems breathing. October and May were bad months for him. He always knew when it was going to rain two or threes days before because it would affect is breathing. He never told his friend. He loved skateboarding, snow sky boarding, camping, tubing, water asking, playing baseball (Westhills Baseball), basketball (but his could not further that avenue because he was on a machine every fifteen minutes during a game), he knew more about the teammates on WWF, WFW, Dodgers, Lakers, Raiders). He was such a sports nut. He knew more about camping and light a fire than the adults that joined us. He was such fantastic guitar player that after a year of listens his instructor said he was good enough to play for a band. He was even smart enough to go on line to further his guitar knowledge in playing and taught himself to play the keyboard (with both hands). James had the best of best friends from Lockhurst Elementary, to Hale Middle School, to El Camino High School. They did everything together and I loved them all. We all went camping, they got into trouble together, they hung out at the house. They were all good together. The last years of his life, he passed the GED, was getting into acting with small parts and was writing a song, worked or his dad in appliances. He loved is friends all is life and if anyone said one bad thing about his friends we would be in your face. He was shy but he cared so much for his friends. There are many more accomplishments that James did for such a short time in his life. One day I will write them all done. Most important of all in his last day is that he was truly in love with a girl name Jasmine. He cared so much about her. I thought they would get married and I would have grandchildren. Maybe what happened was for the best. I would have hated if he had suffocated on a trip because of his asthma. I would have hated if he hurt one of his friends and he would have dwelled on it all is life and I would not be able to handle seeing his suffer if he was paralyzed or maimed so that he could not enjoy all the things he was able to accomplish with his debilitating asthma. I don't want to mention friends names but I do want to mean that one of his best friends is his nephew Matt who was always there for James also. I do feel for sad for Matt. I luv you. James I love you so much. What am I going to do. I am soooo unhappy. I miss you so much.