Echoes of Jamokie: Grief, Gratitude, and 18½ Years of Joy
This morning, after my executive networking coffee meeting, I got into my car and felt it—a gut-wrenching emptiness that washed over me, my heart sunk. Turning the key, I realized that for the first time in 18½ years, I was driving home to a quiet, empty house. Yesterday, we said goodbye to Jamokie, our beloved dog. And today, the silence feels too loud. The house isn’t just still; it is missing…










