Dad and I were in Lowe’s one day, in Nampa, and we noticed this young boy walking around. And we commented on how much he looked like you! Then we met him at the end of an aisle, and Dad asked him how old he was. And he said, 15. So he told him that he reminded us of our son we lost five years ago, at 15. And we kept on seeing him, and the resemblance was amazing! Your build, the way you walked, same kind of clothes on that you used to wear, same color of hair, slightly unmanageable.. blue eyes. Then I went to look at something else, and when I came back he had come to where Dad was, and they were deep in conversation.. about you.. and they cried together, gave each other a big hug (like yours were)  and he said, “I just have this feeling that we were supposed to meet here today”.. and then he walked away down the aisle and was gone. And I wanted to bring him home with me so bad!!! I wished we would’ve got his number or something, so we could meet again… someone told me maybe it was an angel, Jonathan was it you?? I felt such a sense of loss, watching him walk away….💔 

A couple weeks ago one evening, Audrey was coming home early from youth. On highway 95, you know, the one you drove so often, to work and back. And as she got close to Highway 30, something told her, go to the cemetery. And she thot no I don’t want to go there, it’s 9 in the evening.. but it came again. So, she went. And as she approached she could see a young boy sitting by a grave a few rows over. And she wondered who it could be, but then he left. So she walked over to where you are, and then in a few minutes he came back. Ambled over to her and said God had told him to come back, and asked her why she was there. She said it was her brother there, and found out his best friend and cousin was the grave he’d been sitting by. (You’d be the same age, you left a year apart.) and they sat and talked for a long time. Discussed life and death and heaven and goals. Just two young hurting souls. Those kind of connections are priceless… But I think maybe you were sitting there too…. Unseen… 

Strange how life changes.. priorities change.. things that used to matter no longer do. Keeping up appearances, the social whirl, all the mundane things that everyone puts so much stock in.. they just don’t mean anything anymore.. after you’ve stood on the banks of the Jordan River and looked across, you don’t even want to turn around and try to fit in again… into the rat race of keeping ourselves so busy, and then complaining about being busy.. our only goal is to all meet you again, one bright beautiful day.. and til then, stick with us Jonathan. Keep pulling our eyes heavenward, let us never lose sight of you leaning over the gate, watching down the road, and when you see us coming… Oh buddy! THAT will be joy like we’ve never known😭🩵