Here is to you, Jonathan. We may be neglectful of this memorial site, but you are not forgotten. You are fondly remembered by all who knew you and we wonder what you would make of the world as it is now. This world you were taken so suddenly from, twelve years ago.
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I had a dream about Jonathan last night. He showed up right at the golden hour against the backdrop of a sweeping field of tall grass. Wearing a brown tweed jacket with his hands in the pockets, elbows casually out to the sides, and a brimmed hat in typical Jonathan fashion. He was as joyful as I'd ever seen him, sauntering towards me as if he hadn't been gone at all. He immediately greeted me with a smile and delighted to see him I mentioned that I still play the guitar and think of him often. He belted out a tune "I've got my hat, my watch, your photograph, and a big hole in my pocket" and as he sang he goofily demonstrated the hole in his pocket by shoving his finger straight through the bottom of the jacket so I could see. And then the dream was over. Can't believe it has been so long and yet such a vivid memory.
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