It is not length of life, but depth of life.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Happy 25th Birthday to a man the world never got to know.
We lost Jon ten years ago, and I’m amazed at how quickly time can pass.
For those that are new in my life, Jon was a close friend of my brother and I, and he was in the car the day of Nathan’s accident. He was fourteen.
Broken bones, tire swings, open hearts, big dreams. Our childhood was rich with life. You see, we grew up together. He lived down the street. We could be best friends or worst enemies in minutes. There was just something special about it all.
We soaked in everything that childhood had to offer whether we were exploring in the woods or telling ghost stories in my parent’s closet, and as we aged, so did our friendship.
I was assured in the midst of my broken hearts that I was a pretty girl that deserved a boy that was nice to me. And despite his homeschooling, I assured him that he wasn’t weird like the rest of them.
Two nights before his death we stayed up talking. He was optimistic, but I could sense the pain in his voice while he told me about the things his family was going through at the time. It was after midnight on a school night when we decided to go to bed. He had been drawing in a journal of mine, so I decided to see what he had been working on.
“Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder” was written out and decorated beautifully.
It was beautiful, not only because of the art he had created, but because of the heart he had created it with.
Most 14-year-old boys don’t have perspective like this, but Jon did.
This song was played at the funeral, and it was on repeat for months after. I hadn’t heard it in years, but the second I put it on, I went back to a very unique time in my life. I was thirteen, but I could no longer make sense of my world.
He is a sweet part of so many memories, and his impact on my life will last forever. The world is truly a better place because he was here, and I find joy in the thought of seeing him again.