James “Jim” Harold Jones

James “Jim” Harold Jones

Born May 23rd, 1949

Died December 24th, 2025

Survived by:

Bette Jones, wife

Kari Baker, daughter

Chris Baker, son in law

Erikka, Jessika and Mak Baker, granddaughters

Teri Carnes, daughter

Drew Carnes, son in law

Haley McNeil, granddaughter

Lyla McNeil, great granddaughter

Savin Carnes, grandson

From Jim’s wife Bette:

Jim was always honest, truthful and fair. And loved his family. The first time we met was cruising on 16th St. in downtown Denver. He had a beautiful bright blue Corvette and my Dad had loaned me his truck for the evening. Jim and I started racing light to light having fun flirting. When we stopped at a light Jim said wanna go for a ride and I said sure. That’s all it took, we were in love. We had 58 years of want to go for a ride. Jim was adventurous and was always ready to get to the next one on a moments notice. He loved boats, snowmobiles, motorcycles, motorhomes, Prevost buses and race cars. Anything he could drive that had a motor. He was an exceptional driver I’d say the best!! He would rather buy a new car than get the oil changed. He said it was easier and a lot more fun! Jim was quick witted and could make decisions in a snap. Jim was a real man always there to protect and care for his family and give smart advice. He gave life a fight till the last moment. He will be missed by all who loved him. He was well loved. The world is a better place because Jim walked on this earth with a smile on his face. I love you Jim with my whole heart.

From Jim’s daughter Kari:

My dad was my hero, he was always the ultimate protector and provider for our family. He was always up for an adventure and fearless when it came to business, he and my Mom put everything on the line several times in their lives to get ahead. Everything I learned about business I learned from him. When we were kids my folks would load us all in the motorhome or whatever camping vehicle we had and we would head off for adventure somewhere, we could be gone for the weekend or a month, he said “the journey is the adventure.” And he was always up for letting us invite friends along, so many special relationships were formed with so many people over the years from the good times he showed everyone. Then later in life when I was married with 3 kids they showed all of my kids the same adventures. The relationships they had with my kids were so special to them and me, they made us all feel so lucky to be such a close part of each others families. My dad had a million quirky and hilarious little sayings, but my favorite was “ I might miss a lot of things in life but a meal ain’t one of them”  My Dads zest for life, family, friends, cars, planes and travel will be a big loss for me. I love you Dad!

From Jim’s son in law Chris:

Jim was more than a father in law to me. He treated me like his own son. I always admired the way he lived his life. I will never forget all the memories I had with him and our family. I will miss you Jim! Love Chris

From Jim’s granddaughter Jessika:

Poppy, your life was such an incredible adventure, and I am so grateful that I got to be a part of it. You always had a knack for finding a front row seat and a front row parking to the most amazing and unique things all across the country. Because of your adventurous spirit, we all have enough stories and laughs to last a lifetime. Until we meet again, happy travels! I love you Poppy

From Jim’s grandchild Mak:

My grandpa was such an idol and inspiration to me, he taught me so much. I have so many amazing (and hilarious) memories from our trips together. Whether we were in a breathtaking national park or just at home, I will cherish every memory I have with him.

From Jim’s daughter Teri:

Dad, so many images come to mind when I say your name. Our family has a lifetime of stories that we’ll be sharing for years to come. When I look back, I remember always feeling special and so deeply loved by you. I’m pretty sure I was your favorite — at least, that’s how you made me feel. Even as a child, I knew you were different from my friends’ dads. We were always going somewhere, always off on another adventure.

You had the kind of heart that had a hard time saying no to us.

I’ll never forget the day you brought me my yellow Mustang. You told everyone I cried crocodile tears when I thought I wasn’t getting it, and it’s true Jim Jones fashion, we didn’t come home with out it. That was you — always giving, always making things happen.

You taught me the things that truly matter in life: the value of our time, the importance of family, and how to put the people you love first. We always knew we were your priority. I could write an entire book and it still wouldn’t capture all the life you lived or the impact you had.

I’m forever thankful you were my Dad. I love you.

Arrangements by Bunker’s University Chapel, www.bunkerfuneral.com. Should this obituary appear anywhere but bunkerfuneral.com, please check our website for accurate details and service information.