In the Spirit World
this Spring…
My son,
Sending me fragrances
Of honeysuckle and jasmine.
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On stage at the Platinum Club, Washington DC in 2005
Message from Jonathan's mother
My Dearest Son, Jonathan...
This is not the natural order of things. You are supposed to still be here. You did everything right to live to be 110. I could not have imagined Life without you in the world, without your bright light always shining from within, warming... with your beautiful smile, laughter, twinkle of the eyes... the hearts of everyone who passed your way. You spread such joy.
Truly lovable, truly loving, so kind, so genuinely good and gentle of soul and manner... the sound of somany hearts breaking from your abrupt passing away from us must be resounding around the globe and out into the universe among the stars.
We all loved you so much, my dear boy.
I don't know when, or if ever, this tsunami of grief will ever end.
Are you here, even now? Just invisible? Are you wrapping yourself around us with your aura, your beautiful spirit and soul? Are you putting your arms around me, looking me gently in the eyes, and saying softly, in my heart, "I'm okay, Mom. I'm okay."
I love you, Jonathan.
Your loving Mother.
This is not the natural order of things. You are supposed to still be here. You did everything right to live to be 110. I could not have imagined Life without you in the world, without your bright light always shining from within, warming... with your beautiful smile, laughter, twinkle of the eyes... the hearts of everyone who passed your way. You spread such joy.
Truly lovable, truly loving, so kind, so genuinely good and gentle of soul and manner... the sound of somany hearts breaking from your abrupt passing away from us must be resounding around the globe and out into the universe among the stars.
We all loved you so much, my dear boy.
I don't know when, or if ever, this tsunami of grief will ever end.
Are you here, even now? Just invisible? Are you wrapping yourself around us with your aura, your beautiful spirit and soul? Are you putting your arms around me, looking me gently in the eyes, and saying softly, in my heart, "I'm okay, Mom. I'm okay."
I love you, Jonathan.
Your loving Mother.
In memory of Jonathan
- Friends of Jonathan Gorrie
- This Blog is dedicated to the memory of our friend and bandmate, Jonathan Gorrie. We hope that this will be a place where friends and relatives can share some of their memories of Jonathan.
Jonathan Gorrie
On stage at the Platinum Club, Washington DC in 2005
Posting to this blog
If you would like to add a posting to this blog, you will need to know the user name and password. Please contact friendsofjonathangorrie@gmail.com and we can walk you through it, you'll need the password. I believe to post a comment all you would need is an e-mail account. If you have any problems at all, we would gladly post for you, just send us comments, photos, etc.. via e-mail to friendsofjonathangorrie@gmail.com.
Please feel free to pass this information along to anyone who you think would like to add to this blog.
I hope we all can find comfort and peace in sharng our stories with each other.
With much grief!
Jamie Wilson
Please feel free to pass this information along to anyone who you think would like to add to this blog.
I hope we all can find comfort and peace in sharng our stories with each other.
With much grief!
Jamie Wilson
Jonathan's Bio from The Bobwhites web page
Jonathan Gorrie is originally from Philadelphia, but was raised most of his childhood in rural Maine. He began teaching himself to play guitar around age twelve, playing mostly with his older brothers who were also self-taught musicians, until high school when he played in the jazz band and various rock bands. Not long after moving to Baltimore he hooked up with eccentic performance art band Lambs Eat Ivy and joined the trio for a creative and productive two years, playing in such prestigous venues as the Whitney museum in New York, Walker Art Center in Minneapolis, and the Corcoran gallery in Washinton, D.C. After the band split, he found himself in San Francisco for a year, where he collaborated with former Big Dipper bassist Steve Michener on a country single, a cover of the forgotten Jags new wave hit "Back of my Hand", on which he played guitar, piano, and sang. After moving to Westminster, Maryland, he joined the country/rock flavored Dixie Hiway Band and spent a year or so playing in various honky tonks and old man lodges from Hagerstown to Charlestown, West Virginia. But after moving back to Baltimore in 1997, commuting to these exotic locales no longer seemed practical. But when he ran into drummer Chris at the ice cream shop on Coldspring Lane and got a job restoring furniture with fellow guitarist John, it just seemed like fate...thus, the Bobwhites...
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