Not forgotten

Tried to post something on Jonathan's birthday but was not able to get onto the site. Now I'm in a rush (but came across a link to this blog in an old e-mail). Just wanted to say that I think of Jonathan (as I know a lot of you do) a lot and miss him more than I can say.

Two years- yes, it seems like yesterday and an eternity

Jonathan was so loved by so many. Hardly a day goes by that he doesn't come up in some conversation. Someone will remember a Jonathan joke or a Jonathan riff or a Jonathan dance and we will be filled with his presence in whatever space we are occupying. The space becomes occupied by Jonathan. We become occupied by Jonathan. It is still so hard to believe that such a life force could be stopped- thing is, it couldn't because my (young adult) child now tells Jonathan stories and laughs. His music lives on in all of us who knew him and even in some who might never have known him. He has possessed our hearts and minds and we carry him with us even when we are unaware of it. His energy is growing right along with us, right here, right now; he changed each of us forever and we can't help but keep the flame burning because it was so bright and strong and beautiful.

It's June Again

It will be two years since you've been gone (but never from my heart, dear son).
Almost joined you last December. Went flying off a curb on a downtown Philly Street. Broke a hip. Still can't walk. Still can't shed the pain.
The white lily in the back yard garden that I planted in your name is up from the earth again, ready to bloom as if to say, "I am eternal," even when out of sight.
And so are you. We love you, Jonathan.
Your Loving Mom

Remembering Jonathan

Two years have passed. Funny thing about time. Like a child, I'm not sure if two years is a blink of an eye, or a really long time. Maybe I've become a Buddhist. I feel like I'm in the moment most of the time these days. Jonathan is really near me, with me. I don't feel he's left. Maybe he's in the moment, too. With us all. I'd like to think Jonathan has taught that much to me these past two years. To be in the moment.
Maybe time doesn't pass. Nor do people. We are only in the moment.
In some ways, Jonathan is with me now more than ever before. Especially when I'm playing music. Music was so important to Jonathan, as it is to me, and when I tune in to that channel, somehow I feel his vibration. A reaching out to each other.
I play his guitar, a Gretch Silverjet. I haven't changed the strings on it yet. The same strings he played. His finger oils and vibrations resonate still in the wood. He was a great guitarist, and maybe my playing has improved just a tad because of those vibrations, perhaps another thing he has taught me these past two years.
The passage of time seems to mean less and less to me these past two years, since that rainy night on June 3rd. Like a child, sometimes time seems endless to me, and sometimes very fleeting. On a long day trip in England, our great granddaughter Megan kept asking, "Are we nearly there yet?"
Somehow I think Jonathan might know the answer to that question. I love you and miss you, Jonathan. Maybe you could whisper the answer in my ear.

June 3rd--

Jonathan CD

Thank you to Jonathan's brother, Chris, for compiling Jonathan's music

~~bandmate Michael