Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a time when one is asked the question: What are you thankful for?

It's a tough question for many of us right now when we're faced with losing Jim to cancer. Not to mention the world around us seems to be faced with so many challenges and seemingly insurmountable problems. Many might say that there isn't much to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving.

But if we pause and think for a moment, we can see that even in this time of great sadness, there is much to be thankful for. Let's put ourselves Jim's shoes and imagine what he's thankful for today:

1. The unwaivering love, devotion and strength of his wife Chris

2. The unconditional love of his daughters Dana and Lauren. When he sees their smiles he still lights up.

3. To know that hundreds of people love him and his family, and that so many are praying for them all each day (for a little perspective, Jim had a stack of emails printed out by his bed, over 2 inches high, people all over the globe are emailing and reading the blog)

4. To have lived an interesting life, filled with rich experiences, many great times, with fond memories of his childhood, college life, adulthood, family life...

5. Lastly, Jim is thankful to have a personal relationship with his heavenly Father. Jim has peace knowing that God is holding his hand along this final journey in his life. He knows that God is in control, will protect his wife and father his children, and will soon be welcoming him home.

Yesterday we had the honor of hosting Thanksgiving dinner at our house. We had great company including some members of the Ehrlich/Anderson family: Chris, Lauren, Dana, and Anne. We also had Jennifer's mother and sister here. Jennifer (my wife) commented that this one of the best Thanksgivings we have ever had. The time spent talking and praying (and shedding a few tears) with Chris, Anne and Rosemary at the dinner table, was precious and she will never forget it.

It was a special dinner as we all felt God's presence at our table last night. And for that we are very, thankful.

Remembering Jim's Wit

From Colleen Horner (an old friend from work):

Dear Jim:

 

I hope you will remember me as I have fond memories of you.  We met during our days at Chubb when I was in the Philadelphia Regional Office with Dan McDaid.  As you may recall, we became attached at the hip when my database crashed!  Not a good time then, but thinking back I now laugh.

 

On a serious and somber note, I wanted to take the time to let you know that I appreciated all your witty comments during my Chubb days, but more importantly, I wanted you to know that you are always thought of in the most loving of ways.  May you find comfort in knowing that you touched many people's lives in so many positive ways.  And may you find and feel the love that so many people feel for you.

 

You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers and will continue to be from this day forward.  As you move in to the next phase of your life and you have the choice to sit it out or dance - I truly hope you Dance!!

 

Colleen Horner

Jim, a devoted husband and father

From the O'Donnell Family (friend's of Jim and Chris'):

Our family, the O'Donnells, were lucky enough to meet Jim and Chris when Caroline, our daughter, and Dana, their younger daughter, went to school together at the Bedford Mother's Club.  Chris and I became fast friends as did our girls. 

We had the family over for dinner several times and swam at our pool and enjoyed just all being together...my one memory that i will share is the 'Baby Ruth' episode.  We were all out by the pool enjoying our steak tips and the kids were swimming in the pool....as a joke, I decided to throw a Baby Ruth into the pool, "Caddyshack" style, to see what the reaction of our kids would be.  Well, the adults could not stop laughing at my silly practical joke and what I will remember most is Jim laughing with Chris and just having fun that summer afternoon with his girls. 

Oh, he will be missed by those of us that were lucky enough to have known him for such a short period of time.  the weather outside today is pouring and i feel as though it's GOD getting ready to open heaven's gates to let Jim in.  We love you, Ehrlich family, and may God bless you in this difficult time. 

Laura, Paul, Jack and Caroline O'Donnell

The Tree and messages from McAfee Farm Neighbors

In a recent post, one of Jim's neighbors mentioned a tree that was planted to honor him. Neighbors and friends have posted messages on the tree to show support for Jim and his family.

What it was like to work with Jim...

From Diane Paige (one of Jim's friends from Marsh):

To Jim and Family:

I am writing this “blog” addition so that Chris, Lauren and Dana will know a little about what it is like to work with Jim on a day-to-day basis.

Jim and I are a client relations team for about 15 clients and have been working together for the past 3 years. I live in Iowa, Jim in NH, so my relationship with Jim has been built through daily telephone calls and occasional in person visits. As with everything in life and as seen on other blogs, I am in awe of Jim’s sensitivity in knowing his co-workers styles, strengths/weaknesses, priorities, and goals for the future, and how he uses his intuition in establishing close relationships with each individual.

He is a mentor yet a friend in so many different ways to those he is in contact with. Jim takes the extra steps to make sure work is enjoyable and that he is engaged at all times – no multitasking allowed in conversations with Jim – he would know if I was not 100% attentive. No matter what issues come up, Jim always looks on the positive side of situations, and always is generous with feedback for a job well done. That positive feedback always is such a lift!

When his clients look to him for answers they know they will get Jim’s honest explanations. In the field of ethics he is an example for all business professionals to follow.

It amazed me how Jim uses every minute of life to his advantage and to live fully. I can remember him calling me on his cell phone while driving to or from a meeting and he would get so wrapped up in our conversation, the “never lost system” would start in “rerouting” mode because Jim would have missed an exit. When traveling in his personal car - he had to put away the “books on tape” from the passenger seat to make room for me - he used these audio books to feed his various life interests, such as those on historical figures or events. (I now do the same thing.)

My work life and personal life has been so enriched by his presence that I wanted all the special people sharing this information to know that Jim lives his morals and mentoring attitudes around the clock 24/7. Jim and his family will remain in my family’s prayers for a long time into the future.

Thinking of Jim

From Sandra Downs (a friend and co-worker of Jim's):

"I am at a loss for words when I read daily all the beautiful and touching
things about Jim on this blog. Had I known what a great dancer he was, I
would have asked him for a demonstration!  It is very easy to see that he
is a devoted husband and father.

As a colleague, he will be truly missed. There wasn't a time that I did
not see a smile on his face and a spring to his step. He always made sure
to chat with everyone he came in contact with. It saddens me that I will
no longer be able to spend time with him, but I am comforted in the fact
the his soul will be at peace."

Sandra Downs

A message from Chris (Jim's wife) to BCC - 11/20/2008

My dear church family,

I am blessed beyond words. As a body of believers, you have been the hands and feet of Christ serving me and my loved ones during this sorrowful time. I have read all your cards, emails, blog entries, scripture verses and stories, and my soul is overflowing with joy, peace, and gratitude. I am so thankful to each one of you, even the precious children of BlastZone, who have showered us with love and comfort through their cards and prayers. It may not seem that much to you, but it has reaped dividends for me.

As strange as this sounds, when I step out of bed each morning, I really feel your prayers lifting me, carrying me throughout my entire day. I hear the promised words of the scriptures repeating in my ear, as well as my favorite praise songs which have taken on even deeper meaning. I love you all. I thank you for your gifts, your time, your prayers, your words of encouragement and comfort, and I am so honored to be united with you in Christ through Bedford Community Church.

People who don't know what it really means to have a relationship with Jesus, not just religious traditions or occasional pew warming, have no idea what blessings they're missing out on in this life. My prayer is that through Jim's death, those who don't know or understand God's grace will have the veils lifted from their eyes, and will be able to see what an incredible gift God has to freely give them through His son.

As tremendously sad as I feel to lose my husband and best friend, I am smiling because I know that Jim's life was not in vain. He may have brought new life, new hope to countless others who are seeking meaning and truth for their own lives, the same way Jim did 13 years ago. With Christ as my shepherd and you as my family, I can persevere through this enormous trial with grace and glory. My parents named me "Christine Grace", for the grace that comes from knowing Christ. Little did they know 37 years ago that would be my life song....Psalm 23  

In Him, Chris Ehrlich

Too good to be just a comment...

I just read this comment from an earlier post.

This deserves its own spot on the main page -- maybe its because it brought a simile to my face while reading it. I know others will enjoy it too.

Thank you Jay,

Stephen.

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From Jay Mahoney (an old friend of Jim's):


James Ehrl,

That's what I've always called you- that and Jimmy...but hardly ever Jim. Steve quoted me correctly- you always seem to bring people together.

Jim, we had our most intense aspect of our friendship through swimming with the Barracudas. I remember brother Steve (as an aside, you always referred to your brothers and sisters with the "brother" or "sister" in front of the name-- don't know why, interesting quirk!) telling me about you after one practice at Brandeis. I always looked up to brother Steve, he was always so tall--insert your deadpan face here, ha ha-...but he spoke of you as being an excellent swimmer and someone I would probably like to get to know.

He was right and soon after that small conversation about 34 years ago (which I still remember vividly) I met you. Steve was right, you were a gifted athlete. I loved going to afternoon practices mostly because of you and Steve and everyone else in "the lane". Jim, you put up with so much of my selfishness. You saw through to me as a better person than I saw in myself. We were attached to each other during a time when nothing mattered but ourselves and I was, in your own words, your "party friend". It was a very crazy time and we did some crazy things- all memorable-- OK, that one time up in Concord, NH in that bar we used to go to. Top Gun wasn't so far off as a new movie and we did that "You've lost that loving feeling" scene from the movie?

Remember that?

The entire place was singing with us as we belted out the entire tune- there must have been about 100 people slapping our backs and asking us where we were going to be the next night. We had more than a few invitations to parties that night! And the time we danced on top of a bar to the tune of "Tequila"? Oh boy, they asked us to leave after that...

You always thought I was fairly reckless and footloose. A bit nuts, perhaps? Probably was at the time. But we did have fun and no one got hurt (much) and nothing terrible ever really happened, right?

But then things changed. I found the love of my life and you did too. As the Best Man in my wedding, you gave a wonderful toast and helped organize and sing in a scrappy quartet of singers that lead us out to “Good Night My Love”. We both moved into good lives that have much more meaning and depth in them. You once said you admired me for leaving "the TV industry" and following my passion for educating elementary and middle school students. I told you how much I admired your work and your family. We both came out OK, I think. Jimmy, I now admire your call to heaven and embrace of God. You continue to shine a light in my life and others around you.

I spoke with you last January and although our conversations happened on a very infrequent basis over the last 15 years, we picked up as we left off. Just as true friends do.

It is so nice to see that both of us have grown up and found that which is most important in life and living. With faith and hope and the Golden Rule all in hand, I hope to see you again someday.

I love you, Jimmy. Always have, always will.

Love,
Jay Mahoney

Starry Heavens...

From Melissa and Scott Mellor (fellow BCC members):

One of my favorite quotes is from Immanuel Kant, in which he said "Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing wonder and awe: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me." I find comfort in this statement and its ability to challenge seekers questions about whether God exists and is active in our daily lives. I became aware the other day that I have sort of created my own mental "shopping list" of customized items I include to Kant's statement, which proves to me that he DOES exist and is very active in our lives.

When my wife first told me of Jim's condition, I have to admit my first question was "I know the name from church, but what does he look like?" After seeing his profile picture from the church directory, I was immediately reminded of who he was: the guy I shook hands with and spoke briefly with during a 2 minute "meet-n-greet" at church.

Now, this in itself doesn't compare to what everyone else on this blog is saying about him. Heck, I don't recall ever talking with him outside of this one time. But to explain to you how much passion and love he expressed to me about his girls, church, and life in that short two minutes, and for me to remember it from hundreds of similar greetings, is beyond words. When I told him I had a little girl and was expecting another, his face lit up and he went into excite mode, gushing about his two girls and how similar the ages were, and how incredible it is. I've heard it mentioned in this blog about his child-like love of things, and I could immediately relate based on an otherwise insignificant interaction.

Having just finished reading the book "The Question of God" by Armand Nicholi, and reading through the blog posts here, I felt that God was really speaking to me and giving me something more to add to my "shopping list". I found a comparison between how Jim is dealing with his cancer, and records of C.S. Lewis's last few months. Lewis kept his sense of humor, referring to dying as "solemn fun", but also stating to a friend "the only real snag is that it looks as if you and I shall never meet again in this life".

Nicholi posed the question "How could Lewis, or anyone else, be "prepared" for death, to face this "penal obscenity" with not only cheerfulness, calmness, and inner peace, but with actual anticipation? Did his worldview provide him with the resources that made this possible?"

Nicholi stated the answer was in C.S. Lewis's own words: "If we really believe what we say we believe-if we really think that home is elsewhere and that this life is a 'wandering to find home,' why should we not look forward to the arrival?"

Thanks Jim, for inspiring me to see the starry heavens in my life.

A college friend reflects...

From Peter Burrows (a college buddy of Jim's):

I'm one of the gang of Colgate frat brothers that came to know Jim through his pal Bogie, back in the late 1980s. Since it's been far too long since we've spoken, Jim, I just want to tell you what a joy it has been to have known you. A unique joy, and I mean that. You've inspired me with your perpetual optimism, your sense of fun, and especially with your irrepressible kindness. If there was ever a person that could get away with less, it was you. With your smarts, your charisma, your looks, your athletic prowess, you were destined to do fine for yourself in this world—as you have. And yet I can't recall you being unkind, inconsiderate or even uninterested in another person, not even for a second. When talking with Jim, you always know you've got his undivided attention—that he cares, that he's trying to make a real connection. Judging from the comments on this blog, I'm certainly not alone in feeling this way.

I haven't had the pleasure of meeting Lauren and Dana. But I'd just reiterate a couple of things you already know about your Dad. For one thing, he has had a truly beautiful friendship with Bogie. Both great guys, made better by the other. I think that's one reason why Jim became such a key part of our circle of friends, even though he wasn't a member of our frat. You just couldn't quite separate the two of them—it was a package deal. Also, fun and good times seemed to stick to your Dad like glue. One year, he and Bogie and I and another friend went fishing in Costa Rica for a fish called a tarpon, that is known for jumping high in the air. So what do you know but that one huge 100-lb tarpon decides to go flying straight up out of the water, and land right in the 10-foot dinghy Bogie and he were fishing from. I never understood how someone didn't get hurt, with all the hooks and fishing knives and other gear in the boat. Of course, had they capsized, your Dad would have been able to swim through the big surf to safety. As for Bogie, I'm not so sure ;-). But nothing bad happened. It just turned into a great fish story—just one more thing to laugh about that night over dinner and beers.

Jim, it's hard for me to reconcile how someone who has lived life so well could be stricken by this horrible disease. But I'm comforted by what the guys have told me about your own perspective about your death, and by the photos on the blog. I see the same old you, bringing an admirable, accepting attitude even to this chapter of your life. You're an inspiration to the end, pal. I pray that Chris and the girls' pain is eased by the knowledge of how blessed they've been to have had you in their lives. If even people like me have been so affected by knowing you, I can only guess at the wonderful legacy you'll have through them.

Peter Burrows

My memories of Jim - from an old friend

From Steve Ruiter (an old friend of Jim's):

I want  to send all my best to Jim and his whole family. I lost my Dad to Lymphoma this year at 68. I have a clue as to what you are all going through. I hope, if nothing else, that I can bring a smile to your face for a short time, and help you remember some of the good times, from when we were all young, strong and full of life.

I got to know Jim (and John, and Steve, and Karen, and Kathy, and Sue) as a kid, and we spent a LOT of time together through swimming. Jim and I were in the same grade, so we went right through the system together... Summers on the Natick Suburban Swim league Rec team, Barracudas, and then Natick High School. I can't begin to add up the hours we spent together. The constant car-pooling, and innumerable age group swim meets, and then trips to away meets gave us tons of time to hang together.

I have many pictures of Jim in my closet: team pictures and newspaper clippings, which I treasure and wish I could share. Here are a few of my fondest memory pictures that I can share:

I can still remember very well one of my very first early morning car-pool rides to Westwood HS. Jim and I were relegated to the back of a station wagon. We lied on our backs and looked out at the stars, still clearly visible in the dark sky, and he made up some story to pass the time on the ride.

I recall an early age group meet, where we were holed up in a  gym for the day between races. I would sit and rest, but Jim would be playing basketball all day between his races.

Doug Pond, home of the mighty Natick team (and a few muskrats) offered competitive swim lessons, and Jim and I would show up, even if it was raining. I'm not sure if it was the coaches, or the likelihood of spending time with the girls at the beach that got us there, but we were always there.

I credit Jim with my participation with Natick High swimming my senior year. As late as the day of the first meet, I had decided not to join the team (out of my own selfish pride for not being named a team captain). Jim somehow made it ok for me to join the team. That year we did very well at state, and I ended up getting the award for team MVP. But get this, Jim was named HS swimmer of the year  for the whole state by the Boston Globe. Figure that out. I'm still trying to figure out how Jim orchestrated that.

I spoke on the phone with Jay Mahoney yesterday, another old swimming friend. I don't recall ever talking to Jay on the phone before. Jay made a comment that it was just another of Jim's gifts to us, to bring together old friends from way back. I can't agree more.

Quite a journey we've all been on. I'm blessed to have spent some of it with Jim and the Ehrlich family.


Thanks

Steve Ruiter

The Dancing King!

Jim and family,

I am not one of the inner circle people in your life. In fact being your wife's – brother's – mother-in-law, puts me pretty far out there.

What I wanted to share is how your great energy and attitude has trickled all the way to me here on the West Coast. At Tanya and Woody's wedding you were the dancing king. You sure knew how to make my Mom and myself happy with asking us to dance. You were like the cosmic fun guy. We don’t have many of those out here that I know about. Our loss is heaven’s gain.

Hugs and Love,
Sharon Sandwisch

Going Home

I have so appreciated the various postings to this blog and am intrigued by the differing reasons we visit the site. For some, it is a means to say hi to Jim, to tell him how we feel about him and the impact his life has had on us. For others, it is a means to convey messages of encouragement to his family and friends. And yet for others still, it is perhaps a vehicle to help ourselves through the grief process as we try to find a way to say goodbye to a dear loved one.

I recently observed the first anniversary of my mother's passing and when faced with the opportunity to return home to Buffalo, NY, to visit her gravesite was encouraged by a wise friend, to write about my experience. I wrote private thoughts for my own healing, but have recently thought to share them here in the hopes that they might provide a glimmer of healing for someone else. The following is what I wrote, entitled "Going Home". Please forgive its length as it is long for a blog, but for those interested, I hope it is an encouragement.

On November 11th of 2007, my mom passed away. I recently had my first opportunity to return home and visit her gravesite for the first time. As I drove into the location where the cemetary is, I naturally had a flood of memories from the last time I was there. Her residence was within walking distance of the cemetary and that mid November day was mild enough to allow the procession to be conducted on foot.

I don't use the word "surreal" to describe many events in life, for fear that an overuse may begin to make the extraordinary, ordinary. But the walk to her gravesite that day deserves the use of that word. As we began our final march, we made our way on a short road that was lined with trees whose branches overhung the road, creating a natural canpopy of leaves that were rustling in the odd warm days of a fall that rudely refused to allow winter to enter. The first set of trees bore great wounds, reminders of a winter the previous year, which like an unwelcomed guest, arrived far too early. In mid October of that year, a snowstorm blanketed the region, devestating trees that were still burdened with their summer coats and had not grown stiff in preparation for the winter weight. Trees throughout that region shed massive limbs in an effort to save themselves from a weight which was too much to bare. The trees that we passed under that day, bore reminders from that great battle of the previous year. Almost deformed, huge wounds remained, jagged shards of wood still hung from the base of the limbs that could not find the strength to hold on. The trees looked odd, ill formed, as they tried unsuccessfully to cover gaping holes that were left by the great loss.

As we proceeded toward her final place of rest, warm breezes swept across my cheeks and the few leaves that had already found their way off of their homes, scurried back and forth along the path. Heals clicking on the pavement and a sigh or momentary wimper or cry, reminded me that others were on the same journey. Final goodbyes were made, tears lingered and strong arms wrapped around friends and family as if to willfully infuse strength into one another for the days ahead. I stayed behind for one final goodbye as others departed, and then I too took steps into the future. One cannot stay in that place too long.

As I began to walk that same path on my return visit, my eyes were drawn to those trees once again. Oddly, I stood staring for a moment, not quite sure what it was I was even staring at, but something caught my eye. Then I saw it; the wounds from where the massive limbs had once been ripped from their source of life. But this time, what struck me was that there were now scars, not wounds. Bark had begun to cover what once was jagged and upon stepping back to gain a larger perspective, I could tell that other branches had formed to fill in the massive holes that been left by the great loss. While it didn't happen overnight, healing had not just begun, but it had already made a noticable difference. The trees lining the pathway were once again symetrical and covered the road just as they had several years ago. As I made my way to the gravesite, my clicking heals resounded a solo chorus, yet deep down, I knew that I was going to be okay.

My 10 minutes with Jim

From Marty Christian (friend of Jim's/BCC Music Pastor):

Hello Jim, I hope you are reading these blog pages because I wanted to write this one to you. I only had 10 minutes with you on Friday but they had a huge impact on me as well as others as I shared at church on Sunday. I talked about the supernatural peace you have and how you are excited that Jesus accepts you. I did mention the picture below how you loved the image of Jesus embracing the man. You identified with Him. That we are not accepted by what we do but what Jesus did on our behalf. You said, "I get to go in" to be with Jesus.

It is an awesome thing that we can all be embraced by Jesus at any time we ask Him to.

At the end of our short time as we were about to pray you said let's hold both hands. I felt God's love, and peace as we prayed. You are ministering to everyone that comes in the room.

Jim and Chris, you are on the minds, and in the prayers of the church body at BCC continually. Probably at any minute you pick there is someone praying for you.

I asked the company where the "Forgiven" by Blackshear picture was bought if we could put this picture on the blog and she said yes and could you e-mail me the link so I could pray as well.

Praying for you,

Marty

A note from Woody's friend

From James Sullivan (a friend of Woody Anderson's):

Hey Jim,
 
My name is James Sullivan and am a friend of Woody's in Denver and felt inclined to contribute to this blog.  I actually only met you once.  It was on a hike in CO a couple years back (the picture actually listed below in the snow), and was a brief occurrence, but felt like I knew you so well in that small time frame coupled with many discussions with Woody about you.  That afternoon in the snow was such a revealing one because as my wife and I slowly walked on the snowy trail with our daughter, you were as playful as I have seen a father with his daughters and it was an amazingly refreshing sight to see.  It was obvious (even to us strangers) how in love you were with your family and that they trully brought you joy...and you could see that exact joy coming from your daughters being with you.  As a father of daughters as well, there is no greater thing than knowing that you can create that joy for them and it seemed easy for you.  As we parted, it was obvious to see the unconditional love that you had for your girls as you playfully threw Lauren on your shoulders and started skipping (like a 12yr old) down the trail with her.
 
In addition, I understand that you are the reason why Woody now considers himself a Marathoner, and now Woody is the reason why I just signed up for my first Marathon.  Through the many stories that Woody has told me about you, it was frequent that you were great inspiration for Woody (even outside of running), and as I read down the blog entries, it is easy to see that Woody was not the only one.  I feel like I am only a small portion of the ripple effect that you caused with your life, and am fortunate to be a part of it.  Thank you for that impact.  You are changing people's lives.  Even a stranger like me.  
 
You are the man!
 
James

A poem from his daughter...

From Lauren (Jim's daughter):

My father is special because he is always happy and glee.
My father is special because he will always watch over me.
My father is special because he will always love me!

Love you bunches,
Lauren Ehrlich

Our visit with Jim -- 11/16/2006

Joe and I were fortunate to have spent some precious time with Jim this Sunday. We arrived to a smiling, alert, very talkative and always welcoming Jim. Though much thinner, somewhat weaker, his spirit is as strong and resolute as ever. It was so refreshing to sit with him, even in the midst of our own sadness over his illness. Both Joe and I were lifted up by his positive perspective and attitude.

On the physical side, he said he is dealing with his pain. As it increases, he has access to additional medication on demand. We asked him about how he felt, where it hurts, whether he was comfortable. If you know Jim well, then you know that he doesn't complain. But he told us that the most discomfort he has is within his abdomen area. Explaining that his liver is enlarged because of the cancer, it's basically pushing out his stomach, making it very hard for him to eat. Certain sitting positions are better for him. He can even walk around a little, which he is happy about.

He did have a little to eat while we were there visiting. A piece of turkey, a slice of cheese, and a half of a banana. When asked how it was, he kind of gave this "blah" look on his face like it made no difference, it could have been a piece of shoe leather. He later said that it's hard for him to enjoy food, explaining that anything he eats doesn't have much taste.

At one point, he got quite animated, saying that he was watching the film"The Godfather" and there was a scene in an Italian restaurant, where the characters were passing large bowls of pasta, sausages, meatballs, and drinking glasses of red wine. Jim said "While I was watching this I was thinking, wow that looks really good!"

There is something that Jim wanted to tell all of you. He said that he has had a lot of visitors and appreciates all the attention, love and support. What frustrates him the most (beyond any pain he feels physically) is not being able to the manage his time:

- the time to see everyone he would like to (but knows he can't)
- the limited amount of time that he can spend with those he has had the opportunity to see
- the time he has left with all of us here -- not knowing when he will pass away and who he may not have a chance to see

This is typical Jim. In the midst of his frustration his selflessness shines through -- wanting to be able to say goodbye to everyone, to say thank you for your cards, emails, postings on this blog, to include everyone he cares for, in the middle of his own physical decline. His heart has an enormous capacity to demonstrate love for friends and family. You could say it's bigger than the Grand Canyon.

The void I feel knowing I don't have much time left with him is equally big. But we need to take a lesson from Jim here. The peace he has about his own fate, the strength he has shown, and the faith he displays daily to his friends and family, make it a bit easier to say goodbye. If we appreciate and acknowledge Jim's peace throughout his battle with cancer, we need to recognize that it's also available for each of us -- but only through God's grace. The best part is there's an endless supply and it never goes out of stock!

As we said goodbye to Jim yesterday afternoon, I stopped, turned back to him, held his hand and recounted to him something that we had all learned last year during our small group bible study. It was a reference made in the book of Mark, verse 1:18. It's a passage when Jesus asks a small group of fishermen, who knew nothing about discipleship, to take a leap of faith and leave behind the life they knew and were comfortable with, to help spread the word of God -- "And Jesus said unto them, Come ye after me, and I will make you to become fishers of men."

I told Jim that he was truly a fisher of men -- that he has witnessed to so many people as they observed his walk of faith while struggling with cancer. How he lives by example as a great father, loving husband, and good friend. Jim is the hands and feet of Christ, even as he lays in his hospital bed, body weak and frail. I told him that he has done more for the Kingdom of God in a few short weeks than most do in a lifetime.

Joe made us laugh as he added, "Jim, you haven't just brought in a few fish, you've brought in a bunch of whales!"

Cancer is Limited

From: Marcia and Jerry Anderson (Jim's in-laws)

Several days ago, some dear friends of ours shared a devotional with us.

We want to share part of it with you.

"Cancer is limited…
       It cannot cripple love,
       It cannot corrode faith,
       It cannot eat away peace,
       It cannot destroy confidence,
       It cannot kill friendship,
       It cannot shut out memories,
       It cannot silence courage,
       It cannot invade the soul,
       It cannot reduce eternal life,
       It cannot quench the Spirit,
       It cannot lessen the power of the resurrection."

Running with Perseverance

(From Woody Anderson - Chris' Brother)

Just over a year ago, I flew out to NH to run in the NH Marathon. The timing of the event was right after Jim had his lymph node surgery. I did not expect him to drive the 1+ hours up to Newfound Lake to come watch, but there he was putting his discomfort aside and cheering me along with a bag of drained lymph node fluid attached to his leg!

In the days leading up to the marathon, I recognized there was a parallel between me running the marathon and the marathon Jim & Chris were in the middle of running themselves! I was inspired by their perseverance and intended to use their inspiration to push through the adversity of the race. My wife designed some t-shirts for the whole family to wear and “Team Ehrlich” was born! The “Team Ehrlich” design was on the back of our t-shirts.


Here’s what I wrote about Jim on a family blog after the event:

Jim was a whistle-blowing, cowbell ringing, bag of lymph node fluid carrying machine! Pretty cool that he had lymph node surgery one week and was out on the course cheering for me the next. I've thought a lot about his melanoma. It's very easy for me to think about "what if it was me". I don't believe there is a manual out there that explains how to process all the thoughts, feelings, emotions & ramifications that come with finding out you have cancer. If it was me, I think I would want to handle it the same way I have seen Jim take it on.

It reminds of the "David & Goliath" story from the Bible. David was an optimist. There is no human explanation why, as a young teenager, David was able to take down a giant who could have crushed him in an instant. Jim is an optimist. He knows the seriousness and difficulties that lie ahead, but also knows that his optimism flows from a Source of strength, resources & power that is far beyond human explanation. I like that about him. God is good.

Keep running the race with perseverance Jim!!


Well, the finish of Jim & Chris’ marathon is not what we had hoped for. They have run it well and with great perseverance. Jim will be crossing a heavenly finish line to the cheers of the angelic crowd and will no doubt be hearing the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Family Traditions

A message from Chris (Jim's wife):
 

When a loved one dies all we are left with is countless memories of that person. Often common objects, sounds and smells will trigger that memory. The other day I was pulling out a box of Honey Bunches of Oats cereal (Jim's favorite) for the girls, and I suddenly burst into tears, to which Lauren replied, "Geez Mom, what did the cereal do to make you cry?" I tried to explain to her that it wasn't the cereal, but that it reminded me of daddy, which made me cry. Later on in the day I was snuggling with both Lauren and Dana on the couch and we were talking about some of our favorite memories of Jim.

We realized how many of our favorite things had been repeated enough that they could actually be considered a family tradition. It's these traditions that I know Lauren and Dana will remember most about the short time they've spent with their dad on earth, and will keep Jim's memory alive in their hearts for as long as they live....

The annual apple picking trip to Cardigan Mtn. Orchard, The Ehrlich Easter Egg Smashing Contest (I've won 2 years in a row now!), Saturday morning pancake-making, Saturday chores of going to the bank, Dump n' Donuts,  playing Monopoly, Scrabble or Life on the family room floor, and the Christmas Morning Santa Scavenger Hunt, just to name a few. I would encourage anyone with small children to form family traditions of their own, because the kids remember these precious times, and they laugh and smile whenever they think of them. ~Christine

 

Dinner at Gauchos with the Ehrlich's and Siciliano's

We will never forget the dinner at Gauchos we had with Jim and Chris. It was basically all different kinds of meat. We ate so much meat I thought I would never eat meat again or at least for a month. The whole time the waiters would come around and ask if you wanted to try some beef ribs, pork ribs, samon, sausage, filet and believe it or not chicken hearts that Jim and I said yes to right away. Chris was brave and tried it too, but Joe gave a face and said no. We had such a good time talking and laughing and just hanging out. What Joe and I like best about Jim and Chris is they always made you feel comfortable no matter what you were doing. God bless you guys. We will continue pray for you guys and Dana and Lauren daily.

Alicia Siciliano's poem for Jim

Although the one we love is sick, we need to pray daily, as God's love will bring warmth to him and his family. As we pray everyday we need to think of him, as one of God's blessings will heal him.

Dear Mr Ehrlich,

I pray every night for you and your family. I am looking for a miracle that will blow every one away. God can do anything and I believe he can heal you. If we all pray together we can show God our love for you. But, when your time comes we know exactly were you will go. We will all miss you so very much. You will always have a place in my heart! Love, Alicia Siciliano

James Ehrlich Memorial Fund

I spoke with Chris this morning and she told me that a memorial fund to help with medical expenses has been set up.

Many have asked what they can do. Frankly, this is something that you can do that will not only mean so much to them, but will also help alleviate the very real financial consequences that come with having to care for a loved one who is terminally ill.

The fund has been set up here in Bedford, NH -- at a local bank. If you would like to contribute, I recommend that you contact the bank directly or stop in to see a bank representative to make a donation. Any donations that have already been sent directly to the Ehrlichs' home will be deposited to this fund as well.

Here are the details:

James Ehrlich Memorial Fund
TD Banknorth
184 Route 101, Bedford, NH‎
(603) 471-1621‎

I can't stress enough how thankful Chris, Lauren and Dana are for your love and support.

Update on Jim - 11/15/08

For those of you who are reading the blog as a means to get an update on Jim and have not been directly contacted by the Ehrlich family, here is run down of what's happening:

Jim has been moved to a hospice facility, very close to home, where he is receiving top notch care. He has support around the clock in a very loving environment. Unfortunately, I have been asked not to disclose the location of the facility, out of respect for the family.

Each day, he is being heavily medicated to deal with his pain, but conscious. Soon they will increase the dosage as his pain increases. Most of the time, he will likely be asleep or resting peacefully. Please take comfort in knowing that Jim is surrounded daily by Chris, Lauren and Dana daily, as well as their parents, siblings, and closest friends.

Like I has posted a few days ago, your emails, postings, and cards are all being shared with him daily, so please keep it up. The family can feel your prayers and appreciate this immensely in this time of need.

If you would like to send a note to Jim or have something posted here on the blog, please email me at spellicy@gmail.com. In addition, if you would like to send a card or flowers to Jim and family and know their home address, please feel free to do so. But as I said in an earlier email, please do not call or come by the house, as they need time as a family right now and have asked that we all respect that.

Chris will bring the any cards or flowers to the facility each day when she visits with Jim. If you don't know their home address, please contact me at spellicy@gmail.com. Out of respect for their privacy, I will not be posting their personal information here.

Below is a note from Chris:

I'm doing a little better today. I had my first night of real sleep in over 2 weeks last night and it felt wonderful! (Thank you Ambien!) I've caught at cold, and it hurts to talk.

Thank you SO much for all your prayers--they are truly what's carrying me right now. If you've ever questioned whether or not God really hears us or communicates with directly, listen to this---Tonight I treated the family to dinner at TGI Fridays after visiting Jim.

On the way out of the restaurant my older brother Wes grabbed a handful of mints to disperse to us. I was staring up at the dismal sky sort of half-praying/thinking to myself that I'm going to be so lonely and scared without Jim, while I unwrapped my mint. Then something on the wrapper caught my attention. On one side it had the TGIF logo, and on the other it said, "Remember, you're not alone." God never ceases to amaze me!

I'm off to bed now, hopefully to rest my throat. I can't thank you all enough. You are the best group of friends a person could have. I love you all! Chris

We are thinking of Jim

A note from Anita Pacheco (a friend of Jim's from work):

Hello:

Thank you for putting the blog together.

We have learned so much more about Jim and it is so wonderful to hear that he has so much support and love around him.

We miss him in the office and wanted to share a great moment that we captured in this picture. Jim got along so well with everyone in the office from support staff to upper management! We value that in his personality.

Here is a picture of him enjoying the company BBQ! We are all thinking of him in the Burlington Office.

Thanks

Anita M Pacheco

Thoughts from the Gagnon Kids

From Cindy Gagnon:

I have 3 kids and they have all enjoyed knowing "Mr. Ehrlich" over the past 3 years.

He has no trouble relating to them. He doesn't have that awkwardness that so many adults have when they try to talk to kids. He asks them questions and is truly interested in their answers. If adults are visiting in one room and the kids are in another room playing, you can pretty much bet that as some point Jim will disappear and be found hanging out with the kids!

That's the person my kids know and love. As we all have, Brennan, Regan & Haley have been deeply affected by this news about Jim. As a result, they all sat down and wrote him letters a few days ago. I am going to give these hand-written notes to Chris, but I wanted to share their content on this site. Only a special person like Jim could touch so many different generations in such a lasting way! Cindy


Dear Mr. Ehrlich,

Over the last several days, I've been thinking about how I may not get to see you again. I can't remember the last time I saw you but I know that I didn't know that was going to be the last time. I feel sad that I might not get to tell you good-bye in person and hug you. But I just want to let you know that I won't stop praying because I care about you and your family. I will always be wondering when I will see you again, but I really can't wait for that day. Anyway, I just wanted to basically say good-bye and wish you the best. If you get to see Jesus soon, say "hi" for me! Sincerely, Brennan



Dear Mr. Ehrlich,

The last time I saw you, I don't even remember if I hugged you. So I just want you to know I'm thinking about you and I love you. We will always have eternal life in heaven and I will see you again some day. Love, Haley

Dear Mr. Ehrlich,

I know I didn't get to see you much this fall before you found out you got cancer. I don't think I even got to say good-bye to you last time I saw you. You're the funniest adult I know and I love you. Every night I pray for you. I will always pray for you and your whole family. Love, Regan

Flavored Creamers

I really enjoyed Stephen's "wine" message. Alan and I are sad that we were not able to participate with the small group on Friday evenings this past fall. I wish I could rewind time and be a part of those initimate and challenging converstations that I know took place. What a special group of people you all are!

A few years ago, we had a special beverage in the group as well. We became experts on the specialty liquid coffee creamers made by coffeemate! It got to be a bit of a contest as we each tried to provide the flavor that no one had tried yet or have the most assortment of flavors when the group was at your house. It was the ladies, especially, that got excited over the different flavors. Pumpkin Spice, Hazelnut, French Vanilla, Peppermint, Eggnog, Ginger...we tried them all! Jim loved it! He would always be the one to fuel the fire when we all first arrived. He would go straight over to the coffee and showcase the flavors of creamers for the night. He would give that little smirk that we all know and love and say things like " what do we have here...eggnog flavored creamer! well, well, hasn't Heather raised the bar!" He took great pleasure in watching all of our faces light up over something as simple as coffee cream!

I stopped by the Ehrlich home yesterday to put a meal in their refrigerator. When i opened the frig, to my delight, on the top shelf, was a large bottle of pumkinspice coffee mate creamer! It immediately brought a smile to my face. It made me feel as though some things will never change. Many things are changing around us right now...the economy, the administration in washington, the seasons and yes, Jim's health. But there are things that don't change. May we all be reminded today of God's great, never-ending, never- changing love and the gift of salvation and eternal life through Jesus. It is the promise of knowing that I will see Jim again that gives me great hope and allows me to smile even during such a dark season in life. I don't know what heaven will be like, but I do believe that we will enjoy doing many of the same things that we have enjoyed here on earth together. Maybe there is even flavored coffee creamer there!!

A thank you from this blogger...

To those who have sent me emails and posts:

I want to thank you.

By you sharing your memories, photos, thoughts and prayers each day, it has given me so much joy and it is an honor to be a part of this site.

You have given me (and Jennifer) a unique opportunity to help the Ehrlichs' in this time of need. Thank you for allowing us a view into your relationship with Jim and family. Through this process, I have learned so much about Jim. Each day I look forward to something new coming into my inbox. By proxy, I feel like I have known him a lot longer than I actually have.

I do want to pass on something that I have been hearing from many of you each day. Many have said that having this online tribute to Jim is helpful to them in their process of dealing with Jim's illness. It makes me very happy to hear that it's helpful to you and I am sure it would make Jim even happier to hear this.

So please continue to send your memories, photos, thoughts and prayers for Jim. You can send them directly to me at spellicy@gmail.com. Upon receipt, I will post to the blog.

Surf's Up - A Message for Dana and Lauren

A message from Erick Piper (a good friend of Jim's):

Chris, Lauren and Dana,

I am at a complete loss of words and can't even begin to understand how difficult this time is for you. What I love about Jim the most is his sense of wonder and his ability to relate to kids. I always knew he would be a wonderful father and once he was, his life revolved around your girls. I have many stories about their extraordinary father that I could share with the girls, but this is one of my favorite memories.

To Lauren and Dana – Your Dad learning to surf.

Your Dad and I have been friends for more than twenty years and have shared many adventures. He is the most astonishing man I have ever known and I am sad that we will not all have more great adventures with him. He loved to try new things and would always drag me along. Sometimes it didn't work out the way we expected. Here's the story about the time your Dad learned to surf.

When he lived in California, he decided that he should learn to surf. He went out and got some surfboards and told me that we would be surfing the next day. So we went to bed expecting a very, very exciting day. We got up early and went to the beach nearby.

I think we were both a little nervous, after all we had always seen huge waves at this beach. We picked up our boards and carried them to the car and drove to the beach. When we got there what do you think we saw? Giant waves pounding the sand on the beach? Waves moving a hundred miles an hour?

Nope. The ocean was almost flat. The waves weren't even a foot high. This was not going to be a great day for surfing. I wanted to go home but your Dad wouldn't quit – he said the waves would come because we had surfboards. He just wouldn't give up.

So we sat down and waited. And then we waited some more. Finally, your Dad said our attitude was wrong and we needed to be ready when the waves came. He said we should put on our wetsuits - which we did-and then we waited some more. He was completely optimistic which was, as always, convincing enough for me.

As we were sitting there we felt something. What was it? Could it be? Yes, there was some wind and with wind there usually came waves. There they were!! We watched the waves grow from 1 foot to 18 inches to 2 feet - to a whole 2 and a-half feet high! We were ready to go! We grabbed our boards and headed into the ocean.

Once we were out there your Dad went first. He started riding the wave into shore lying down and then tried to stand up. He got to his feet and the board went sliding out under him and he fell into the ocean. He looked so funny crashing I had to laugh which made me slide off my board.

He paddled back out and tried again-by the second time he was riding the waves all the way into shore-boy did he learn things fast. Here are some pictures of your very great ad surfing and also a picture of your Mom and Dad at Newfound Lake after they first met.

Wine...

When I saw Jim last week we talked about the times we shared on Friday evenings.

We had moved our small group meeting time to Friday nights for a variety of reasons related to scheduling and child care. We set it up so it was either at his house or our house every Friday evening. It worked well for both families as all of our children could play upstairs and occupy each other, while the adults met.

Each meeting started with some coffee, something sweet like cake or muffins, always peppered with good conversation amongst Jim, Chris, Jennifer, Joe, Stacey and I. We would talk and talk until someone would say -- isn't time to start our study?

Invariably, once we got going in our study, we didn't want it to end. Jim said to us one time that he really enjoyed the process of getting to know each other, learning, and growing together -- specifically it was exactly what he was looking for. Like Cindy commented in an earlier post, he had great interest in digging deep into the Word, sparking a good debate or just asking really honest and open questions (always with an interesting perspective). Small group was never dull.

On nights when we would have small group at our home, Chris and Jim would often stay and hang out for a while, as the kids played upstairs, we would continue to talk.

We had a ritual -- I would sneak out to the kitchen totally unsolicited, grab a bottle of wine, and come back in with four glasses (six if Joe and Stacey were still around) . Jim's eyes would light up, not knowing what I had in my hands -- it could be a rare gem from Napa or a bottle of Two Buck Chuck. It didn't matter.

This past Thursday I asked Jim if he knew why I uncorked a bottle of wine so often when they came over. I told him it was because I didn't want him to leave... I just enjoyed his company so much.

The last glass of wine Jim had before his diagnosis (and obviously since then) was at my house now 4 weeks ago, sitting in his regular chair (the comfy leather one), next to the fireplace (always roaring) -- and when asked how he liked it, he said it was good with a smile.

I will miss that ritual on Friday nights, but I will miss him more.

Stephen

Midnight Train to Georgia

From Jeff Podraza (friend and co-worker of Jim's):

 

I had to share something from the Wayback Machine...in the early 1990s, the Concord Community Music School approached Chubb (one of its major supporters) to participate in a Motown Night fund-raiser.  Jim and I were picked to get a group together to cover a Motown song with a live band in a competition...the preparation, rehearsals, and competition -- which Chubb won -- were an absolute hoot and Jim and I had a ball coordinating this.  In the attached photo, I am on left, Jim on right, as lead singers (I use the term loosely) of "The Attemptations."

 

The following year, we competed and won again -- as Gladys Fright and the Pits doing "Midnight Train to Georgia".  While digging through my photos to find the first one, I found an envelope of photos with a handwritten note from Jim, who was traveling extensively to Field offices that year.  The note says "For Distribution to Gladys Fright and the Pits -- Courtesy of Woo-Woo Ehrlich, the Left Coast Bopper."  I would include a photo from that year as well, but the only one that I have shows Jim touching me (I was Gladys, resplendent in a blue chiffon dress) inappropriately.

 

I'm at a loss for words to say, except that may God be a rock and salvation for Jim and his wonderful, beautiful family.  My thoughts and prayers are with them all.

 

Jeff Podraza

Jim the "window washer"

From Suzi Krasner (Jim's neighbor):

Though I have not had the privilege to know the Ehrlichs as well as other neighbors, I have some kind memories of Jim that I thought I would share. He has always been a friendly and resourceful neighbor.

Not really knowing who I was, I'm calling him when he just moved in, asking him about his lawncare service. Lovely conversation we had. When I sent around an email about a terrific window washer I found, Jim replied: "oh no, that would take away a favorite job of mine!" He was a delight to chat with.

My husband Howard (aka Hacking Howie) had a blast playing golf with Jim this past Fall in the McAfee Golf Outing (hhhmm, winning team too!) When I first met Chris at a neighbors gathering, she shared with me that they wanted to move to a house with friendly neighbors. I hope these past years we have upheld our promise that McAfee Farm area IS a very friendly neighborhood.

Our thoughts and prayers are with the Ehrlich Family.

Suzi Krasner

I Know Your Voice

I had the privilege to visit with Jim for a spell on Wednesday in his new location. Upon arrival, he was resting peacefully so I fought back the temptation to wake him just to say hi. I sat and prayed, I checked out his new home away from home and just sat in his presence for a while. Several times when I would sit down, I wondered if the noise from the cushion might awaken him, but he continued resting peacefully, so I just sat there with him. After about 30 minutes, his daughter Lauren entered the room and in a hushed voice said, "Shoot," in reference to Jim being asleep. Instantly, Jim awoke, gave one of those "where am I looks," noticed me and then laid eyes on his daughter. I haven't seen anyone wake up so quickly in a long time!

What a difference a familiar voice from a dear loved one makes. Jesus told us that his sheep, or followers, will know his voice, the voice of the shepherd. That was important for sheep to be able to know whom they could trust, for their shepherd would love, guide, protect and comfort them. Isn't it wonderful to know that Jim knows the voice of his Shepherd and is assured that He will love, guide, protect and comfort him as well. And not only that, but we too, Jim's family and friends can have that same Shepherd watch over us.

Another Perspective

Just wanted to jot some feelings down from today.

I was able to spend some time w my girls, son and wife this am. Took a warm shower. Enjoyed some beautiful fall morning scenery on the way up to Concord. I took the opportunity to think about the "glimpse of heaven" I was experiencing.

What a difference a week makes. What a shift in perspective and thinking. Many of you know that I am constantly in awe of nature (ad nauseum), but today, my thoughts were heaven directed. What a great place it's going to be...an extension of all the great things we love and experience here on earth. I felt like this window I was looking through was God's way of telling me, "Hey, can you imagine all this, perfect, and without the sin of man?...you think it's great now...you just wait".

My prayer today is for peace in the Ehrlich family and physical/emotional rest for Chris.

Family Picture

What a beautiful family...

Jim is happiest when he is around all of his girls.

A tree for Jim...

From Dave MacKay (Jim's neighbor):

Ever since we moved to McAfee Farm we've wanted to plant a fir tree in the front yard. After three years of living here we finally found the motivation to get it done. We planted a Douglas Fir Tree dedicated to Jim - it is located in the front corner of the yard closest to Jim's & Chris' house. We're sure that most of you, like us, have wanted to convey personal wishes and prayers to The Ehrlich family, but out of respect have not called or stopped by the house.

We have placed a wooden box at the base of the tree with sharpie's and card paper with attached hangers and invite you to stop by, any time, to leave a personal greeting, message, prayer, etc. for Jim, Chris, Lauren and Dana and then hang it on the tree. With love and prayers, The MacKay Family.

The impact you made on me...

From Ian Loberfeld (Eric's 13 year old son, friend of Jim's):

Dear Jim,

I just wanted to let you know that for as long as I have known you, you have made a greatly positive impact on my life. You have changed my life forever in the best way possible. I have always looked up to you because you are so positive and I envy you for that. You always make me laugh and say great puns that keep everyone in a great mood. I can't think of one time that I have talked to you without laughing.

To me you are the best. I wanted to let you know that I prayed for you with all of my heart in temple the other day. I wish I could spend more great times with you at bogie's beach house. You are the best and always will be in my eyes.

Love always,
Ian Lorberfeld

The Selfless Snowblower

From Dave MacKay (Jim's neighbor):

Last winter Jim was very excited to get out and use his snowblower, I think that he was envious that Chris got to have "all the fun" when she did the snow blowing for the first few storms. The first time he was well enough to get out and do it himself, I could see the smile on his face beaming across the yard though the blowing snow. His playful wave reminded me of childhood days when your friends would come out to play on the first snow day of the school year.

Jim knew we would be away for February school vacation and excitedly volunteered to clear the driveway for us if it snowed - it did, twice. Later in the winter my snow blower broke down as I was finishing up after one storm. As Jim and I were swapping stories over the snow banks he again volunteered to clear my driveway if it snowed again. Of course it snowed heavily within a matter of days. Not wanting Jim to have to do my driveway again, I woke up extra early and started shoveling. About 30 minutes into the job I looked up and there was Jim, at the end of my driveway snow-blowing his way in my direction. When he reached me, he jokingly chastised me for being dumb enough to attempt to shovel a driveway this long and besides, I was ruining his fun!

Summertime

More photos from Julie Ellenbogen

4th of July

More pictures from Julie Ellenbogen

That smile...

A picture sent from Julie Ellenbogen

Newfound News...

From Cindy Matthes:

Hi,

My name is Cindy Matthes and I am a neighbor of Jerry and Marcia Anderson in NH. My family has had the good fortune to spend time with Jim, Chris, Dana and Lauren when they come to Newfound Lake.

This summer Lauren and Dana spent time with my children writing a 'Newfound News' magazine. As part of this they used Jim or Chris's digital camera to take some pictures to add to the articles they were writing.

I helped them download the 'news' pictures and ended up downloading all the pictures on the camera to my computer. Included are pictures from some recent vacations. I can't identify all the pictures, but perhaps with the help of others they can be identified and used to help preserve some wonderful memories of Jim. Chris may already have shared these pics, but she may have too many other things to do right now.

What is clear to me from these pictures is the love, enthusiasm and joy that Jim shares with his family.

Please let me know if I can do anything to help.

Cindy Matthes