Author: James Thebarge

My first Therapy dog team April 11, 2014 – Oct 28, 2024 If I Could Speak Before I GoBy the one who loved you with every golden breath: Abby If I could speak, just one last time,Before I crossed this fading line,I’d nuzzle close and lift my faceTo memorize your scent, your grace. I’d feel… Continue reading Remembering Abby

The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting a sterile white glow across the floor of the clinic. Behind closed doors, healing and heartbreak lived side by side. In the common room, usually filled with soft voices and tentative laughter silence fell like a heavy sheet. Her name was Alina. She was young, maybe twenty-three, with… Continue reading The stillness Quinn Knows

The six short steps leading to the back porch door of my childhood home loomed like ancient guardians. Each wooden riser whispered secrets, echoes of laughter, tears, and whispered confessions. I clung to the worn handrail, its splinters a tactile memory of countless ascents. Nostalgia surged, threatening to drown me. The air thickened with forgotten… Continue reading My childhood home

A story for Memorial Day and for the heroes that live on in the spaces between heartbeats:On a warm May afternoon that felt like a whispered promise, I took Abby and Quinn and ventured into the heart of a nearby forest. The sun painted the leaves with dappled hues, and the air hummed with secrets.… Continue reading A story for Memorial Day

Part twoAnd when the storm finally abated, leaving in its wake a serene calm, the man stepped out into the fresh, rain-cleansed air. The experience within the church had changed him, imbuing him with a sense of continuity and purpose. He walked away not just as a witness to the storm’s might but as a… Continue reading The tempest and the rainbow

Part one-As the sun dipped low, casting the world in a golden twilight, a lone man traversed the silent rows of an old cemetery. The air, once filled with the gentle caress of a summer breeze, began to churn with the foreboding whispers of an impending tempest. Above, the once serene clouds morphed into ominous… Continue reading The Tempest and the rainbow

The old cemetery, a forgotten sanctuary where time itself seemed to pause. A man, nameless and burdened, wandered its well-worn paths. The early evening air held a hint of warmth, and the full moon cast its silver glow upon the Celtic cross that stood sentinel over the graves. The cross was unlike any other, a… Continue reading Simply to thy cross I cling

In a world where tempests raged, humanity clings to life upon a vast, churning sea. But this was no ordinary sea; it was the sea of existence, where souls navigated their fates and unfurled their fragile sails, navigating the currents of destiny, their fragile vessels buffeted by waves both gentle and fierce. The waves whispered… Continue reading The storm’s symphony

Ink on the SkinJim’s life unfolded in the quiet embrace of a small town, where the streets curved like old memories, and the sun dipped low over picket fences. The population clocked in at 35,000 souls. A tight-knit tapestry of lives, woven together by shared stories and whispered secrets. But Jim’s heartbeat to a different… Continue reading Kindness and love in the city