- Date Of Birth: December 8, 1934
- Date Of Death: February 15, 2020
- State: Arizona
Salvador (Sal) B. Jaime, 85, began walking on the wind, surrounded by his family, in his Sierra Vista home, on Saturday, February 15, 2020, of natural causes. Sal was born on December 8, 1934 in Johnstown, Pennsylvania.
He was preceeded in death by parents Jose and Marcelina Jaime, siblings Victoria, Victor, and Gloria America, and step-mother, Guadalupe. Surviving siblings include Mary Magdelana and Gloria. Sal met the love of his life, Donna Swarny, in their hometown. Their loving marriage of 60 years blessed them with four beautiful daughters.
He had an illustrious career as an artist and technical illustrator. He was recognized many times throughout his career for excellence and creativity. His entire career was with the Federal Government in Washington D.C., Tucson, and Ft. Huachuca. During this time, he co-owned and operated Su Casa Personal Care in Tucson and Buffalo Chips and Other Southwest Originals in Tombstone.
In his retirement, he spent 18 years grading tests, interacting with, and encouraging students of Allied Health at Horizon Health Care Institute. The most important thing in the world to Sal was his family.
One of his favorite places to travel was Rocky Point, Mexico, where he was immersed in the Mexican and Native American culture of his heritage; for which he felt great pride.
Sal volunteered within every community in which he lived. In addition to volunteering his time, he was an activist, philanthropist, and humanitarian. As an artist, he saw and felt beauty in everything. His warm, jovial nature made him a Dad/Grandpa to everybody.
He was quick with a joke, quicker with a hug, and had broad shoulders on which many leaned for comfort.
The family is forever grateful to Ann Lee of OLM, and Megan Chon, RN of Valor Hospice of Sierra Vista, for providing Sal with peace, comfort, and dignity in his own home.
“Death… Let the time for parting be sweet. Let it not be final, but completeness. Let love fade into memory, and pain into song…”
