@Random Prophet , just making sure you get to read this post about your crush-worthy little bro!
Hello. I hope you’re still here. I am from Burkeville and knew Jesse. We were good friends and I think of him often….especially when we get a lot of snow. I would like to know if you have any photos of Jesse?Jesse was my brother. I am 58 years old now, and not a day goes by that I don't think about him. I was ten years old when he was born.I remember when he came home from the hospital.. He was wrapped in a little blue blanket I was able to hold him. It was a big deal for me as a 10 year old boy to hold my little brother in my arms. It made me feel proud. It made me feel special. It made me feel like a big boy. I knew what it was like to feel like a big brother. I sat on the couch and held him in my arms with him lying on my lap. He looked so peaceful. He smelled like a baby. You never forget something like that. Whenever I smell a newborn baby now, I think of him. Everyone knows that smell. Only little babies have it. That newborn baby smell. We had a tumultuous, horrible abusive childhood. He ran away to get away from that. Me being older, I was already gone and I wasn't there for him. Maybe I could have saved him, but I wasn't there for him . I hate myself every day for that. Every day.