Jim's Alaskan Blog

It has been 6 months today sense Jim's death. My phone rang at 9 am while I was having coffee with my father. It was Jim's phone number, one I was use to seeing 3 or 4 times a day. This time it was Kenda, Jim's wife.

Through the crying I knew it was bad. I kept hearing her say it did not make it. I kept wanting to say, let him have a chance. But it was over. Nothing to change. At 6:30 he was having coffee, his computer set to some SEO stuff. Then he was dead. Just that quick.

His Alaskan dream fulfilled. He had been in Alaska for a little over a year. When he headed north he told me it would be where he would live for the rest of his life and he was right.