JONATHAN WESLEY CLARK

7-2-82 - 9-23-00

Linda & Bobby Clark

1805 Rollingwood Way

Bowling Green, KY 42103

 

On July 2, 1982 at 5:57 AM, a nurse shouted, "It's a boy!" It was the most joyful day of my life. After years of infertility, my dream had come true. I was a Mom! This beautiful brown-eyed boy captured my heart and I would never be the same.

 

On September 22, 2000 at 3:23 AM, the phone rang and a nurse said to me, "Your son has been critically injured and transported to the University of Louisville Hospital. You must go there as soon as possible". When I asked, "Is he alive?" the nurse answered, "Barely." It was the beginning of the longest and worse day of my life. After a nightmarish two-hour drive, we visited our son in the large trauma unit. As a nurse, I could see that my son's life was almost over when I look at his eyes. Approximately thirty minutes after arriving, the physicians tell us, "Your son is brain dead, we are so sorry, there is nothing we can do." It was as if my heart broke at that moment and I knew I would never be whole or complete again. I could not comprehend how my heart was still beating. It made no sense to me that I was still alive when my precious, beautiful, only child was officially declared dead on September 23, 2000 at 4:15 AM.

 

The name Jonathan means, "God's Gracious Gift" and we acknowledged this promise from the moment of his birth. We never took our life together for granted. We played together, worshiped together and traveled together. We snow skied in West Virginia, rode the trolley cars in San Francisco, swam the beaches of Florida, and hiked the mountains of North Carolina. We cruised the Caribbean and snorkeled in the Grand Caymans. At an early age Jon acquired a love for travel and viewed each day as a great adventure. He loved legos, super heroes, WW wrestling, music, hiking, camping, rollerblading, riding his bike, being in the presence of the great outdoors and hanging out with his friends. Our home was the Kool-Aid house with kids playing basketball, street hockey, jumping on the trampoline or hanging out in the garage. There was no sweeter sound than the laughter of a group of kids in our home.

 

In the summer of 1999 Jon was able to tour Europe with a group from school. He saw the lights of Paris, the mountains of Switzerland and was disturbed by the history of Germany. He returned home with a pierced ear and a multitude of photos and memories. I realized that the child I sent on this trip had returned as a young man with confidence and maturity. After his high school graduation in May of 2000, Jon was able to take the South Pacific tour with his classmates. He danced in Hawaii, rappelled in New Zealand and fell in love with the koala bears of Australia. And again he returned home with a pierced ear! In just a few weeks of that same summer he would pack for college and leave our home. We were just beginning to adjust to letting him go when we had to say good-bye and plan his funeral.

 

Somehow amidst the numbness and confusion of planning my son's funeral I had the idea of placing blank memory books on the table of photos. I requested that people write any memories they had of Jon in these books. How grateful I am to have the precious words of his friends. A few of the entries are as follows: "He had a gentle touch and delightful presence" "I remember the way he laughed more than anything else" "His laugh was contagious and his smile bright and shining. It was though Jon knew he needed to pack as many experiences as possible in his brief time with us" "Because of the time our families spent at the beach, the ocean will always remind me of Jon. He was not content to lie on the beach, but always on a boogie board, roller blades or a bike. He would usually catch the biggest wave and the cutest girl. Wherever Jon went, his friends surrounded him. If a measure of a man's life is his friends, then Jon had life fuller than the years he lived", "Jon made us feel special. He always had a happy and energetic atmosphere about him everywhere he went." "Everyone loved him, even in foreign lands." "I know Jon is looking down at us and smiling as he always does." "It was impossible to walk away from a conversation with Jon without a smile on your face." "He was a bright light in everyone's life. He just had an aura about him. Whenever I saw him out somewhere it would put me in a good mood. I thank God that I was blessed to be his friend. He was love, he was joy, and I am proud to call him my friend." “We know you are in heaven Jon, and we also know that you taught us how to live." "Jon was always the happiest person I knew. Every morning in class if I was upset, he would always make me forget about my problems." "Clark taught me more about myself and life than anyone or anything could." “Jon had a way of making you feel special." "Our memories span years, countries, and celebrations. Your son was the ultimate symbol and spirit of the true meaning of a valued life. Living each day to the fullest and having enough life to share it with everyone. Thanks for giving us Jon”

 

Jon embraced life and even in death he gave the gift of life to seven lucky people. It was important to us that the doctors were aware of our son's wish to be an organ donor. It was a simple conversation on the day he obtained his driver's license when he expressed this desire. It was right that this beautiful life live on. Organ donation was also a way of making something good out of something so very bad. We have been blessed by knowing Jerry, our son's heart recipient and his family. He proudly wears a button picture of Jon when he does volunteer work for organ donation, and when I first felt his heartbeat and saw his smile I knew my child would never be forgotten.

 

I grieve for my son every single day. I want to be with him. When I discovered I had breast cancer several months after Jon died I thought, YES, this is my chance to be with my son! But as I pondered my treatment options I felt the spirit of my son saying, "Live life Mom!" Each time I feel this despair or when I no longer want to get out of bed or live I hear the voice of my son saying, "Get up Mom, live your life for me. Live the life I would have lived," and I realize that I am the only voice for this precious young man. So as long as I have breath I will tell his story. There is a saying that goes, "Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous." I know that God has his arms wrapped me and his miracles are around me if I remain still, recognize and appreciate them. I know that my son is in God's presence. Jon continues to give us reminders that he is with us in spirit almost every single day. The butterfly and our pennies from heaven continue to grant us the strength and courage to make it through another day. My husband and I like to think that Jon is watching us from heaven and our wish is to make him as proud of us as we were of him. We were so proud to have been your parents Jon, even if it was only for eighteen years. We love you and KNOW we will see you again! PEACE ... Love MOM