ForeverMissed

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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Just wanted to say...

Shared by Shanda Draughn on August 2, 2020
I love you. Always. 

I'm sorry

Shared by Shanda Draughn on August 2, 2020
I think about you all the time. Yet I don't always have the courage to talk/write about you. *not here anyway *. I miss you so much. I don't understand why you're not here. I would give anything to start over..to hold you for the first time again, to protect you. There was so much I missed. Seeing it now just makes me an asshole. I'm sorry.  For every time I didn't listen.  For every call I didn't return., I'm sorry for not replying to your last text(until it was too late. ). 

Hey

Shared by Shanda Draughn on June 9, 2020
I haven't wrote in awhile. Don't let that mislead my agony..it still exists daily. I think back of night often..Here I have Narcan which would save you..yet its nothing for me now. So many nights suck without you. I no longer have the best friend..friends, after losing your nana. Your sister and I have been fighting a lot (kaylin). Izzy hating confrontation gets upset when she sees her sister upset. I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong. I don't raise my voice, I listen..although she would say I don't. I honestly don't know why I speak. Or why I'm here  Dwayne and the girls obviously would be fine without me. I would anything to hug you. I would give anything for just ONE more 3 hour talk on the back porch. You always understood, could communicate with an open mind while willing to discuss concerns and suggested actions., Even when we didn't agree, we always had the same goal in mind. I want to call you, text,..go pick you up. I can't make sense of much lately.  You once said  I was your sanity,  You have no idea how much you continue to be mine. You and your nana are constantly in my head. The difference now is I can't just call your name. Your nana knew I was/,am a fuck up. You knew it too. You were always kind enough to make me feel like a person. Even if it I was just listening..I'll always be grateful for you. Love you bud, always. Please hug your nana tight for me and tell her I'm sorry for being a shitty daughter. 
I love you all.