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| Jonithan was a good son, spoiled terribly by his Dad and I. He loved his music and computer games and most of all, his friends. Now the phone seldom rings, it's the little things that really get to you. There is a gaping wound in our hearts that only God can heal, I guess. There was so much spark in our lives with him, he was always wanting something and I would say no, and his Dad would go behind my back and let him have it. That was the flame that has now gone out. His Dad's punishment words were, "now Jonithan." Please kids, think before you drink and drive or ride with anyone drinking. I wouldn't want any parent to feel the pain that we do. |
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| One of my favorite memories was when Jonithan was small, one day while outside, his sister was picking at him; so he decided to get her back. He chased her all around the yard trying to pee on her, with her screaming momma, momma all the way! |
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| If tears would build a stairway, and memories were a lane, I would walk right up to heaven to bring you home again. No farewell words were spoken, no time to say good-bye, you were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart aches so in sadness and secret tears still flow, what it meant to lose you No one will ever know.... ~ Author Unknown~ |
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| Sadly, we have had to move Jonithan's site. Please bookmark the new site http://rememberingjonithan.webs.com/ |