Writing for Jim

My husband Jim Schoettler (Doctor James Schoettler) died March 6th, ten years ago.

It has been a long, lonely time for me and our children miss him as well. They are all adults – with their own children – two girls and 3 boys and, now there is a new addition to the family -- our first grandchild -- a darling growing girl.

I am sorry that Jim missed her because I am sure he would have dearly loved her. That’s how he was and I knew it from the day I met him in Baltimore when he was student doctor at Hopkins Medicine School - far from his hometown in California. 

Later, he was a doctor in Brooklyn, then he was a doctor in the US Air Force in Texas and then North Carolina. After that, he moved us to Washington where he was Chief of Psychiatry at Andrews Air Force Base. 

When he left the service and moved into private practice, he kept an office for a long time in DC, before he moved to his home office in Maryland. After a long illness, he died at home, with all of us.   

 

Now we visit his grave at Arlington National Cemetery as often as possible. Sunday, in honor the 10th anniversary of his death, we brought beautiful flowers to his grave. 

It's not the way we want it to be because we miss him at home. But we think about him all the time, and love to share his stories. That's the way we keep him close.