Happy Birthday my dear friend. I miss you so much. This world seems empty without your presence. I think of you often and fondly. Rest easy Jon. Till we meet again.

Jon I can't believe your gone I remember being a little kid at mike moffits parties and you sneaking me beer working with you at conchy joee hanging out at my house miss you brother

Jon graced this world with a rare and pure kindness. You might say his soul was too good for the existence we all know. The years I was blessed to spend with him defined me. He taught me the meaning of selflessness, giving, and love. He taught me how to cherish humanity through his warmth, humor, and brilliance. He will live on through the gifts he gave us all. He truly was a beautiful man.
   We used to joke about how neither of us had ever known someone we didn't get sick of, at least after a while, and that was how we knew we would spend the rest of our lives together. In a way, that was true. We were so deeply connected that we were "extensions of eachother"(his words). We didn't need time alone and as artists, this is extremely rare. Alone time was being in the same room, Jon reading his second novel of the week and me scribbling some lyrics or painting my toe nails. When he asked me to be his wife, I thought for a moment about how I couldn't really imagine him not being there, reading on the bed, painting on the floor, playing his guitar, lurking in the kitchen to surprise me with a kiss while I was cooking, rationalizing my silly fears, reading his poetry to me while we drank brandy on the porch on cold winter nights, singing improvised love songs when he sensed my anxiety, holding me for an extra minute before getting out of bed for work in the morning. He was already a part of my future, a part of who I am. We were bound to eachother by something that cannot be explained in words. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together. We had both found our "other".
   Luck doesn't do this experience justice. Honor seems more appropriate but, still doesn't cut it. Jon was, and forever will be, one of the most beautiful human beings to have ever walked this confusing earth. He loved with his whole being, he carried the suffering of humanity on his shoulders, he felt with every nerve, he gave all of himself to whoever he thought could use a piece. He was gentle despite being brutalized by society and he bore the struggles of man with the grace of the sea and the fire of the sun. The only thing he truly feared was being forgotten and he can rest peacefully knowing that he left such an enormous hole in the lives of so many when he left us that that would simply be impossible. He will never be fogotten. He will never stop being loved. He's THE Jon Addams. Forever.

For Jon.