My dear Jonathan..... my beautiful red haired boy. As I sometimes called you and Noelle, because of your Swedish and Italian heritage, my "Swedish Meatballs". It has been a month since you, for whatever reason, decided to leave us, your friends, and life. Still so hard to comprehend, with too many questions and very few, if any, answers. Just tears upon more tears.
You always had a soft spot for animals, little kids and the underdog. The Bybee kids absolutely mauled you and you loved every minute of it.
The first time you came down here to visit me in TN. we went to a neighbor's house to pick up a large doghouse that had been given to me. It started to rain, with thunder and lightning, and there we were, soaking wet and laughing, trying to lift this monstrous very heavy doghouse into the back of my truck to no avail! Doghouse 1, us 0.
You were always impulsive and did your own thing, but were always LOVED, no matter what, dear Jonathan. I was so proud of you being a self taught chef, and bragged to many people about you and your talent.
I went to a few of my neighbors to give them the sad news, and Susan (Ward) said that God is helping you now, giving you the help that you needed but wouldn't get while you were alive. You are at peace now, and that is ALL that matters, dear. Go fishing with Pop-Pop and enjoy Heaven, as you didn't always enjoy life here on Earth.
Love you ALWAYS,
Mom