Jonathan Scott Wegner --- My Latest Memories

Oh Jonathan. I remember how every time I got home from work, I would take you over and show you the cuckoo clock. You loved it sooo much. Since the mechanism had stopped working on it, I would open the little doors myself and make the sound of the little birdy. Oh how you loved it. I remember just after I took that last picture of you, I made the sound of the little cuckoo birdy and you turned your head and looked at it. You reached your hand out to say you wanted to go see it. I got up and took you over there. I did the ritual of asking you where the cuckoo birdy was and then opening the doors. You got so excited. But I didn't hold you too long. How I wish I would have held on to you for a little while longer. It was the last time I would hold you before you left us.

I remember the little "smooch face" you would make when you were in that certain mood. It was so sweet. Just this morning, when I was making myself something to eat and everybody was in the living room, I thought I heard you whimper like you were in there with everybody. And then I remembered. You're gone.

I remember thinking about what you would be like when you were a little older. What kind of personality would you develop? Already you had a very sweet one. I'd look down into your bright blue eyes and think about what it was going to be like to have you walking around the house. It was hard to imagine.

I remember the two mornings before you died, you were rolling around the floor back and forth getting stuff to play with. I commented to mom saying how much more active you had gotten lately. She agreed.

I remember the evening after I took that last picture, I was cleaning up the mudroom, and you came rolling in there in your walker. The more shoes I picked up off the floor, the farther you would come in, until finally you could get to me. After I had finished you were over in the kitchen and when I walked by you, you started to whine and cry a little bit. And do you remember? I just gave you some toys to quiet you down. Oh how I wish I would have picked you up and calmed you down. It would have been the last time I held you.

I remember the last time I saw you. You were in your diaper laying in mom's lap sucking on your bottle. Every few sucks you would turn your head and look away.

I remember that I never said goodnight to you. I just got into bed. Oh Jonathan if I would have known what was about to happen I would have held you close and told you how much I loved you. I do love you Jonathan...and I always will.

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These are definitely not all of my memories of Jonathan. If I was to recite them all I would bring down the blogspot server. I am going to look for pictures of him to post soon. I love you all and thank you for your prayers and support.

May Jesus Bless and Keep ALL of You!!

In Christ,
Kevin