Jesse John Stoner
June 5, 1981 ~ May 30, 2000
Memories
Tattered 'round the edges,
And faded now with time;
Memories that linger still,
Are what they left behind.
Like a precious package,
Kept in a secret room;
Each memory a treasure,
A family heirloom.
On rare and quiet occasion,
The package opens wide;
Revealing then the memories,
That nestle there inside,
Faces etched in memories
Like photos from the past;
Each snapshot printed in the heart,
Are memories that last.
Worn and ragged photographs,
So faded now with time;
Yet the lasting love deep in your heart,
Is what they left behind.
© Allison Chambers Coxsey
Our son was six days away from his 19th birthday. He and some friends had gone to watch a fist fight. There were many adults at this home, and the fight was arranged by the father who lived there. The fight was to be between his seventeen year old son and another youth. The adults had weapons planted around the yard. My son did not know this, neither did any of his friends. Shots were fired and my son and his four other friends fled to the car they came in. As the car was leaving, Dennis Cramm, the seventeen year old, opened fire on the car. Our son Jesse and his best friend Jason Thompson were killed from shots to the head and torso. It is a miracle that the other three young people in the car were not injured. No one in this car was even involved in the fight. Our precious Angel will never come home.
 
The painting used in this web set is entitled "I Asked Jesus"
©Danny Hahlbohm and is used with permission.
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