This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Jesse Eason 22 years old , born on August 8, 1996 and passed away on November 25, 2018. We will remember him forever.

Posted by Shanda Godfrey on January 23, 2020
It's been awhile..I'm sorry. I hope your nana has met up with you. I've had a hard time lately..(lately, that's funny). Life pretty much sucks. I don't have you, I don't have her...yeah. Why bother right? I wrote letters, debating within my mind what's right or wrong...I don't know anymore. I only know I won't see you tomorrow. I can't text you, I can't pick you up and her you call me ma'jwa as you drop heavily in the passenger seat. I won't see Daisy flip out trying to get to you, I won't see Izzy waving goodbye till we're not seen. I should told you I loved you more. I should have held you even when you hated it. I fear I'm losing my memory and I hate..that. I miss you both so much. I feel drained. I'm not sure how much I have left. I am trying..it just sucks.

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Posted by Shanda Godfrey on January 23, 2020
It's been awhile..I'm sorry. I hope your nana has met up with you. I've had a hard time lately..(lately, that's funny). Life pretty much sucks. I don't have you, I don't have her...yeah. Why bother right? I wrote letters, debating within my mind what's right or wrong...I don't know anymore. I only know I won't see you tomorrow. I can't text you, I can't pick you up and her you call me ma'jwa as you drop heavily in the passenger seat. I won't see Daisy flip out trying to get to you, I won't see Izzy waving goodbye till we're not seen. I should told you I loved you more. I should have held you even when you hated it. I fear I'm losing my memory and I hate..that. I miss you both so much. I feel drained. I'm not sure how much I have left. I am trying..it just sucks.
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Jesse wrote his own biography. People who knew him, know his actions spoke louder than any life story I would write. 

As his mom, I will say he was a great kid! A smiling baby, sometimes difficult teen, responsible young man, funny!, adorable when called for, scary smart!, loved music, anime, and his friends. Didn't care what people thought of him, yet if you were the few of "friends like family group ", he'd do anything for you. He loved horror movies, old Godzilla films, Alan Watts, and talking about life.,even if he thought his sucked, he would encourage others to see the positive. Most of all, he loved marijuana! Talking weed, describing weed, having you smell it, look at each particle, color, shape, density! 

He was quick to defend people and animals. Loved ramen noodles, hated pork chops and seafood, love to learn (as long as it was his choice of subject), loved to teach (even when not asked lol), hard headed,  stubborn,  not quick to say sorry, yet when he did you knew he meant it (even if in passing "yeah sorry for being a jerk" way) hated being ignored,  yet at times just wanted to be alone. Loved psychology and studying human behavior. Loved cars, trucks, (when he was 2 tractors were his thing! His first 5 years book I have, I gave up writing in when it got to mistief bc there wasn't enough pages! He kept me on my toes for sure! As he grew, cops made a lot visits, yet he did slow down becoming an adult.  He took bills seriously, didn't want children, but when he fell in love, he fell hard! (Although not often,  I only know of 2, 3 at the most and that's pushing it!) He resented never meeting his real father but talked on the phone/social media,  would say he didn't like his step dad yet would get in someone's face if they said something out of way about him, adored his sisters and no matter how tired he was when I would drop him off at his house,  if his little sister was waving goodbye,  he would keep waving till she couldn't see him anymore. (That's her favorite memory). He loved icecream cake for his birthday up until his birthday and even though he requested it,  I don't think he ate it. (Now that I think about it,  I should have made a giant weed brownie) His absolute best friends was Derek and Taylor and Heather (basically grew up together). Derek's dad was only person I think he feared yet respected. Loved Mika, Kamari, and too many names to mention. He loved his Uncle like a 2nd dad and would fight like brothers, his favorite cousin was Katilyn, best friends as soon as they met! 

I'm making this too long but I have to mention John his former roommate.  They were great friends and perfect roommates! He worried about him like a family member and never heard a bad word about him. Never heard a bad word about Doug either (roommate before John). Sky was special to Jesse right until his final day . He didn't introduce me to many, I got the chance to meet her and wish I could have seen what they would have became. Alissa,  I never got a chance to meet you ( if you're reading this). I don't know how to get in touch with you, but if you want to comment on here, please do. Okay Jesse would be upset that I've said as much as I have. For all out there who knew him (even a little) Please keep his memory alive and post memories of him! Doesn't matter what it is, no judgment! (Just no porn/sexual..still his mom and that's just weird!) If you made it this far,  thank you for patience and understanding. I love to talk about Jess❤

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Peanut freaking allergy!?

Shared by Shanda Godfrey on February 16, 2020
Hey, so this morning I have 2 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and off brand mountain dew, I don't finish the 2nd sandwich of course bc that's for the dogs (as you know) while I'm eating the first sandwich,  my throat starts to close(?) Start on the left but moving fast to shut down all breathing. I must say part of me wanted it, yet my body wouldn't stop survival mode (gotta love that part of stupid brain) I forced myself to take breaths in and out bc your dad looked nervous. Your meditation thing actually worked! I considerate on being calm and each breath sounding normal. Honestly though,  my legs were shaking like crazy and I was scared. It felt like that time I got bit by ants and they kept hitting me with needles. I want to be with you and your nana more than anything...yet I don't want to go out over peanut butter. Not really a story I want your sisters to say. I miss you so much.  I have to think your energy still feels love(thanks again btw when you messed with my cd volume to keep awake on I-75.) If you do, I hope you feel how I love you ..have and will, always. Enjoy everything. Be you. Smile everyday,  I miss that, for both of us. I love you.

Say hello to Nana

Shared by Shanda Godfrey on January 27, 2020
Hey bud, how fucked up is it that nana is gone? I'm pretty messed up trying to accept it..and yes, I know, I should accept death as one accepts life..yin and yang, light and dark, peace and war, banks and poor, mind and...yup, thoughts don't exist, so the crazies? Not sure what it means anymore. Thoughts used to be free, yet I've found they don't really matter. NO ONE really cares(Except for a small handful of people,  although I never needed more then that. )
I don't know the right answer. What I do know, We are all being mislead, Taken in directions that profits only the ones leading. It's up to the curious..And you must remain curious! Don't be the one with an empty plate and "faith". Faith is the definition of unanswered prayers, misunderstanding, conflict, and ego driven decisions with the only basis of being right. WHO CARES?! not the one beside you. Mistakenly, we get comfortable, nearly convinced, we're right, full of power, full of religion..MY god will make it right. Will he? How much will you put down for your conviction? How much does passing cripple your true thought process? (Not to mention time wasted before). DEATH. The true fear, unanswered questions, meaningless Sunday's on your knees for sins your nature has the only reaction/outcome. Your morals as payment, do any of us win? Does any of it matter? Suffer, pain, peaceful,...GONE. Am I the only one to see the end result? End of days, meaningless. No one wins, We shouldn't thrive for it, it's a battle with the same finish line regardless who crosses first. Where did we lose ourselves? We lost the obvious connection...to ALL things, Things being the key word. We need to connect, We're literally every thing we fight, hate or go against.; We're also everything we love, smile to, miss and enjoy every moment with. I miss talking to you about these things. I see now what you meant about there's no purpose in trying..I also realize your anger, It was my fault Jesse. I should have listened better, really listened. I've been thinking a lot about what you had said about the bullying when you were younger in Mayport, when I blacked out in anger at the kids in the driveway and got pulled back into the house.  You smiled talking about how mad I was,  then you said I made it worse. I never questioned the second part bc my mind only wanted to hear you were proud of me...now I see that's what you always wanted too. I can't express how sorry I am for being a fuck up. I never should have raised you as a "strong man" when you were merely a boy. I even blamed you for it later saying you shouldn't be so angry; Choose peace..no wonder you were so confused. Damn. You should have never had to prove anything; No one should have to. If I'm around to make it different for your sisters,  I hope to change it somehow. 

Hope to see you soon

Shared by Shanda Godfrey on November 11, 2019
This may be my last letter to you bud. I hope to see you sooner than expected. You remember that night when you said it wouldn't matter if you gone? You were wrong,  I should have said before..I've been gone since you were. I can't be without you.