Inspirational Stories

Of course, the mood at Jim’s school during the ten days of Jim’s absence was somber. Teachers counseled Jim’s students to make sure they...

Jim’s visitation was planned for the evening of Sunday, March 11. As we prepared for the visitation, memories of Jim were arranged, lovingly, on the tables and walls of the funeral home. One of the first guests to arrive to greet the family was my youngest son’s kindergarten teacher. (I interviewed her for this story.) She recalls, “I remember carrying the stuffed bunny in and looking for your son. I had it behind my back and told him I had a special friend for him… one

Upon hearing of Jim’s tragic and sudden death, my work colleagues discussed how they could help our family. They coordinated with Jim’s school for meal delivery and sent flowers to the funeral home. It wasn’t until a week after the funeral, I learned about another extremely generous gift from my co-workers. Together, they donated 25 sick days for me to use at my discretion. The days were a life-saver for me, financially. Their unexpected donation of sick days enabled m

“Please explain this to me,” I asked a friend who’d sold me a small bottle of supplements... how could only three drops of this mineral supplement, called ION5, have such a powerful effect on my emotions? I’d heard other people tell stories of how these drops improved their age spots and suspicious areas of skin cancer, but no one told me I’d be crying every time I took them! It didn’t dawn on me until five or six days into ingesting this liquid that somehow it was causin

Hearing sounds coming from my archery range? Furniture moving around by itself? No, way… that’s pretty creepy! Three years after Jim died, I decided to create an additional income stream by remodeling half of my walkout basement into an apartment. The apartment provided me with extra income and a sense of security… knowing someone else was living in my house, and not just my two children and me. When Jim was alive he was an avid recurve archer. One of his dreams was t

Twelve years after saying my final goodbye to the love of my life, my heart decided it was time to face the pain, once again. This time I needed to lovingly release Jim in order to take ownership of my life’s direction and purpose. It started with the removal of his archery targets… the ones he’d made to practice shooting in our home. The archery range in our basement held his targets, bows, arrows, and hunting gear for twelve years. The range became a space for everythi