
He was surrounded by family, including Linda, his beloved wife of only 23 months; his daughter Courtney McCans; and son and “buddy,” Kevin McCans.
Jim was born on March 20, 1948, in San Francisco, where he was raised.

In 1966 he graduated from George Washington High School. Later, he worked for Pacific Orient for many years.
He moved to Lake County 2004 from Napa where he worked in restaurant management for nearly 20 years. His family is currently working on establishing a scholarship in his name for student pursuing restaurant management.
Once in Lake County Jim worked as security at Robinson Rancheria for four years and one year in the vault. He had many friends and acquaintances both at Robinson Rancheria and in Kelseyville.
Survivors include wife, Linda; sons, Kevin McCans and Kyle McCans; daughter, Courtney McCans; and stepson, Sean Gay of Upper Lake.
The family thanked two outstanding oncologists who helped Jim in his final years, Mark Turrill and Jay Joseph.
Donations in Jim's memory can be made to the National Brain Tumor Foundation, www.braintumor.org/.\

Once in a Lifetime
Once upon a time,
A man fell in love with a woman
He gave his heart to her,
fully and unconditionally.
She returned that love passionately
and protected that love fiercely
Theirs was a love story for the ages
They loved without boundries
by just sharing a glance,
They danced in the moonlight
as he sang long forgotten love songs.
Then he was gone forever and her love for him endures.
The pain and tears your death has brought,
are reminders of how great my love was for you.
You have not left me
but wait for me
waiting to make our eternity
heavenly.
Whisper to me now my love,
use the wind as your voice.
The day we are reunited
I will be the one singing
as we dance in the moonlight.
– Linda Freyslaben

The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace
After the clouds, the sunshine
after the winter, the spring.
after the shower, the rainbow,
life is a changeable thing.
After the night, the morning
bidding all darkness cease.
after life's cares and sorrows,
the comfort and sweetness of peace.
– Helen Steiner Rice
