Born in Richland’s quiet fields,
To Oregon’s Coquille hills,
A son of Marvene and Chuck he grew,
But it was Benny, his stepdad true,
Who taught him the joy of land and stream,
In hunts and fishing, they shared a dream.
Jon, a lover of the wild unknown,
In mushroom groves, he found his home.
The forests whispered in his ear,
And later, bones of beasts brought near,
A fascination strange yet keen,
His love for life in forms unseen.
He loved the roar of crowds that cheer,
For football games, his passion clear.
Though his mind might sometimes stray,
In guessing scores, he’d find his way.
He placed his bets with knowing grin,
A talent there, he’d often win.
He wandered roads both near and far,
Collecting bottles, chasing stars.
Bold in voice and big in heart,
Quick to make friends, he’d do his part.
And though his words were sometimes loud,
His spirit stood out in the crowd.
Yet nothing in this world compared,
To the love he and his mother shared.
Marvene’s heart, a boundless light,
Guided him through darkest night.
Her care for him was steady, pure,
No challenge too great to endure.
In his eyes, she could do no wrong,
And in her love, he was always strong.
Her limitless grace, her nurturing soul,
Made Jon feel safe, made him feel whole.
Later in life, the years grew tough,
But still, he fought, though times were rough.
With Judy’s care, her love so strong,
She helped him as the days grew long.
Sheila’s calls and gifts from Chuck,
In each small gesture, Jon found luck.
Dawnell nearby, her heart so kind,
Encouraged Jon with peace of mind.
Though distance came between his kin,
His love for them remained within.
His children, too, a chapter past,
Yet memories of them would last.
Now, dear Jon, you’ve found your rest,
In heaven’s arms, forever blessed.
With Mom and Grandma by your side,
In peaceful fields, you now reside.
And though you’ve gone, we’ll miss you so,
Your heart lives on in winds that blow.
The wild, the games, the forest’s hum,
In all these places, you’ll become
The echo of a life well-intended,
With love and strength, our brother went.
Missed by all who held you dear,
Your spirit’s light will linger here.
Written by a computer with George”s guidance.
