From Jon’s Wake
Sunday, March 29th, 2009I wrote this for Jon, but I didn’t have the heart to read it for the wake. Luckily our high school English teacher/drama coach was able to read it for me.
To my best friend Jon,
The earliest memories I have are from the day that mom went into the hospital to have you. Granny had just walked in the door as mom and dad were heading out. It was my first chance of being man around the farm: so I went and got stuck climbing the woodpile. It’s the only time I remember not having you in my life.
Throughout our years growing up you were my constant friend, competitor, playmate, and companion. The farm was our playing ground. Out doors it was one on one football, baseball, or basketball, bale tag, slingshotting rabbits, anny anny over, or just running around. Inside the house it was lego wars, transformers, GI Joe, or torturing Jared. Besides all of that there was responsibilities like 4-H projects, homework, feeding the animals, fixing things, or cleaning up after ourselves.
One of the hardest things about going off to college was not having you along to share it with. Your year at Bowling Green was one of the best in my life because I not only was I starting a new life with my wife that year, I also got to share so much more of my life at Notre Dame with you. When you moved up to Toledo, it finally felt like I had more of home up there with me.
When you were first diagnosed, I knew that you would win, you were too competitive for it to be any other way. Through all of the pain, treatments , and travel you always seemed stronger to me. All of the doctors dire predictions were always going to be wrong because you were the strongest, bravest person alive.
Through it all you were always so self less. You worried about the rest of your family and Brandy. You wanted to make sure more research was being done so others would not have to travel the same hard path that you had to. To me this is your legacy. To put love one’s first, live life to it’s last full measure, and to never, never, never give up.
You didn’t lose your battle with cancer because everyone you touched is still fighting for you and will see this battle through. Death is a coward and had to sneak up on you while you were sleeping. Worry not Jon you’ll always be with my family and I’ll raise my kids as our parents raised us. If I can ever be half the man you were, I’ll consider it a life well lived.
Farewell my friend, may flights of angels sing you to you rest.
Jeremy



