of us even in the choosing of the method
Place and time of your suicide – for you took the gun,
Not risking the leaving of your mortal coild
To a vegetative state
Not risking traumatizing a Union Pacific engineer.
But you should have been more thoughtful
Of your mother and your father
Jonathon – it was only money, okay, so, you “went nuts,”
And bought a lot of senseless stuff you didn't need
Even though the purchases made perfect sense at the time.
Oh Jonathon Gibson, how could we have left you
All alone to the demons that haunted your mind
And fed like jackals of your heart & soul?
How could we have failed to instill that simlplest
Idea, that Simplest Truth of All,
That you were always, and always will be
A beloved child of a loving Father,
Perfectly formed and born into the world
With a potential for so much, so much good to do.
The lives you could and would have changed and saved,
The prayers you would have answered,
The phone call from the desolate ones you could and
Would have consoled. So much lost potential.
Such a tragedy.
Jonathon Gibson, thank you for showing us,
In this our disgraceful failing
How much we need to talk with our children
To listen to them, to assure them,
That failure comes not from the non-attainment of a goal
But only from the not trying your best,
Only from not giving it your all,
And we have FAILED you (and all the other blessed
Angel children of Barrington too who find hope
Only in the ending of this life, on this planet,
In this place, at this time)
We have failed you all so miserably
That we ought to spend something just short of eternity
In purgatory, so that we would come to know and
Fully understand that HELL is that place
Wherein lies, the complete and total absence of LOVE.
Faith, hope, charity, but the greatest of these is LOVE.
Your love cannot be forgotten.
This we pray
In Jesus Name