In Loving Memory of James A. Fagan

Celebration of Life Services are as follows:

Viewing: Friday - May 29, 2026 - 6:00 - 8:00 P.M

at the Funeral Home Chapel.

6701 Pembroke Road

Pembroke Pines, FL 33023

Service: Saturday - May 30, 2026 - 11:00 A.M.

at the Funeral Home Chapel.

6701 Pembroke Road

Pembroke Pines, FL 33023

A LIFE OF PURPOSE. A LEGACY OF LOVE.

On Mother's Day, May 10, 2026, the Lord called James Alexander Fagan home. He was 62 years old. He came in from a quick run to the store, hadn't even taken off his hat, and just like that, he was gone. The man who lived big and loved bigger left this world the way he lived in it. Without warning, without ceremony, and on a day already heavy with love.

James was born July 12, 1963, in Hollywood, Florida, the son of late Annie Mae and Hayward Bosier. He grew up in Carver Ranches. He was a student of Carver Ranches Elementary, Perry Middle, and Miramar High School. South Florida was his roots, his work, and his family. He never wanted to be anywhere else.

He met Venetia in 1989, and that was the year everything changed. 10 years later he proposed in Ninja Turtles fashion. No script, no rehearsal, no one-knee romance scene. Just James being James, with a face only Venetia could love, and Venetia said yes anyway. From that day forward with Mama in witness, she was his Baby and he was her Pooh Bear for 27 years. He raised her four children, Aurienta, Adrienne, Shameka, and Jim, as his own from the day he stepped into their lives. Together with his sons, James Fagan Jr. and Calvin Fagan, he built a family bigger than blood. He stretched his arms wide enough for every child, every grandchild, and every great-grandbaby who climbed into his lap.

He worked with his hands his entire life. He was a hard worker traveling many different states as a property manager and a builder. He traveled while working the cruise industry and maintained 19 units across South Florida. He painted houses. He did landscaping, plumbing, HVAC, carpentry and was an amazing Chef. He worked along with 3 extraordinary friends Tony, Rocky, and Russ in his last seasons, and Kmart earlier on. If something was broken, James was the man family and friends called. He always answered. Never turning anyone down.

He believed in God deeply. He prayed every morning and every night. He did not sit in a pew on Sundays, but he carried his faith in the quiet way he showed up for the people he loved. His faith was not a performance. It was a discipline.

The stories his family will tell about him are not the loud ones. They are the small, holy ones. The Donald Duck voice he did for every grandbaby and great-grandbaby that ever climbed into his lap. Half the babies would cry the first time they heard it, and then refuse to nap until he did it one more time. The way he cared for Venetia hand and foot when she was sick, after surgery, after every infusion. The fish he fried for the Campbell Family Reunion before catering ever came on the scene. The way he watched wrestling on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays without missing a match, and would argue with the television like the referee could hear him.

He fished with his brothers Scottie and Jeff along with his great-nephew BJ every chance he got, and would argue with all of them every single time about who caught the bigger one, even when nobody was measuring. He protected his little nephew Davien like a job he never clocked out of. He played Egyptian Lover on the speakers when he was riding good, Maze when he was sad, and T.I. and Jack Harlow whenever the spirit hit him. The pots in his kitchen were always full of BBQ ribs, fried chicken, and a sauce nobody could replicate even when he handed them the ingredients list himself.

He learned to read as an adult with Venetia by his side, because he refused to let anything keep him behind. Some men would have been embarrassed. James was proud. By the end he was reading the back of every menu out loud at every restaurant, whether anyone asked or not. That was James. A man on a mission. And he accomplished it.

He is survived by his beloved wife, Venetia Fagan; his two sons, James Fagan Jr. and Calvin Fagan; his four children he raised as his own, Aurienta Ramsey-Douglas, Adrienne Ramsey, Shameka Person, and Jim Person; his 20 grandchildren, including his granddaughter Mireya, and his 13 great-grandchildren; his brothers and sisters of the Fagan family including Jeff, David, Anthony, Rose, Elaine, Tina, Richard, Jennie, Scottie, Deborah, Albury, James, Shirley, Michelle and late Ticher; a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, and the entire Fagan, Whiting, Campbell & Clark family.

He left us already loved. He left us already enough.

“I love you endlessly, and your memory will live in my heart forever.” -Venetia Fagan