The Family will receive friends:

Tuesday November 30, 2004
3:00 - 7:00 PM
J A Thomas & Sons Funeral Home
141 Main Street
Binghamton, NY 13905

A Funeral Mass will be offered:

Wednesday December 1, 2004
9:00 AM
St Thomas Aquinas Roman Catholic Church
1 Aquinas Street
Binghamton, NY 13905

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that gifts and donations be sent to:

Orphanage Outreach
6611 W. Robert E Lee Street
Glendale, AZ 85308
Orphanage Outreach.

Should you choose to write Jim's parents:

Jack and Anne Mollen
3141 Cornell Ave
Vestal, NY 13901

Should you choose to send pictures or other written information to be shared with everyone please use this e-mail address. Dan (Jim's brother) will figure out how to make these items available to everyone to share Jim's memory.

If you do not know who Jim was, or you knew him, but you didn't KNOW him, Tim Mollen, Jim's brother, offers this in remembrance:

The Secret Life of A Hero

U.S. Secretary of State Colin Powell announced his death, and ordered that every U.S. embassy in the world fly the American flag at half-mast until after his funeral. News of his tragic end was front-page news not just in his hometown newspaper, the Binghamton Press & Sun Bulletin, but also in the Washington Post.

NBC Nightly News is preparing a feature story on his life and work. U.S. Ambassador John Negroponte led an overflowing memorial service in Baghdad. A major general in the Marine Corps is escorting his remains on the long journey: from Baghdad, to Kuwait, to Germany, to Dover Air Force Base in Delaware, and finally to Binghamton. Thousands of letters, emails, and phone calls continue to pour into the offices of his colleagues and the homes of his family.

All this for Jimmy Mollen? The quiet, smart kid from the South Side? The short, scrappy player from St. John's CYO basketball team? It would have seemed more likely that he would be remembered for his habit of giving horrible Christmas gifts, like the year he gave copies of Rush Limbaugh books to every single member of his large (and Democratic) family. Or for his penchant for wearing painfully loud Hawaiian shirts. With impeccably tailored suit coats. And shorts.

Jim was more a do-er than a talker. He was reluctant to go into much detail about what he was up to on a daily basis. We knew he had friends. We didn't know he had friends in Brazil, Senegal, and the Czech Republic. We knew he did charity work. We didn't know he worked to plant trees, or that the Atlanta Journal-Constitution had done a feature story on his volunteer work for the Martin Luther King Jr. Service Summit. We knew that he was a founding board member of the charity Orphanage Outreach. We didn't know that "Jaimie" was especially beloved by the children he met on his dozen or so extended trips to orphanages in the Dominican Republic. We knew that he volunteered to work for sixteen months in war-torn Baghdad, staying long after most of his colleagues had departed. We didn't know that he was making regular, unguarded trips outside the safety of the heavily fortified Green Zone to visit elementary schools, universities, and Iraqi government ministries.

It's tempting to say that it's too bad Jim is being recognized for his extraordinary work only after his death. But Jim didn't want recognition. He wanted children to have homes. He didn't want tributes and accolades. He wanted donations and volunteers to make the world safer and more just. It's also tempting to say that our government's foreign policy is responsible for Jim's death. But Jim passionately believed in America, and in our need to show leadership in the world. In a time when too much lip service is given to "moral values," Jim lived them. He embodied the values of freedom, integrity, service, and love for all of God's children. Of the many wonderful descriptions written about Jim in the past few days, I think two would have meant the most to him. One friend described him simply as "a good American." Another said he was "a great humanitarian." We can honor his memory by striving to be those same two things.

So in this week of Thanksgiving, I say thank you to my beautiful brother. Thank you for being a teacher, a leader, and a great and humble man. I take some comfort in knowing that if America had never invaded Iraq, it is quite likely Jim would have volunteered for duty in another dangerous place, like Afghanistan or Sudan. He went where the need was. That's why I know he's here with his family and friends now.