Jesse was only 19 years old when he was killed. He was a lover of the outdoors, Toyota Tacomas, rock climbing, taking his dogs for walks, hanging out with friends, playing beer league hockey, and spending time with his loved ones among so many other things.
Jesse was a beautiful human being and tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. He stood up for others when their voices were not heard yet he would hesitate to speak up for himself. He enjoyed life, trying new things, and learning everything he could about those new things and how to get better at them.
As time has started to move forward as Jesses family we have found it incredibly difficult to find resources within our community for support. We knew this is was something we needed to change so we created this website with endless links to help support others grieving and suffering with a traumatic loss of a family member.
Again
By: Darlene Thorpe
I thought that I was in a point in my life that I did not take anything for granted
Until the night my youngest son was killed
I now realize that no matter how thankful and grateful we think we are we take the simplest things for granted
Tomorrow is not guaranteed and it does not matter where you live, who you are, or where you go
We cannot control what others will do or not do if they come into our lives
In a second everything can change and in that second we are left at the mercy of the goodness, the decentness, of others, of all those around us
We would like to think that most people are basically “good” but that is not so
And so, on the night my son was killed I was reminded of this as so many did nothing
I had taken for granted that I would see my son again that night
That I would hold my son in my arms again
Hear his voice, his laugh, hear him say “mom” again
That he would get to eat his favorite foods again
And I could tell him he needed to eat healthier again
That I would smell him, his hair, as he hugged me again
That I would wake him up and say I love you and he would say it back again...
Jesse traveled to Costa Rica with some family members where his ashes surfed, and became immersed in a tropical oasis.
This one is especially sentimental because we grew up on these beaches and Jesse learned how to swim in the ocean. We spent countless hours as children playing in the sand, hunting for crabs in the tide pools, skim boarding, body surfing, and walking the coastline.