@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.
HiHi, I was shocked when I ran across this post. I was friends with Jesse for about six months when he died. We met when he came to the local little league football field (which was the hangout for us 11-13 year olds) with a friend of mine. I remember thinking he was one of the cutest boys i had ever seen, in my 12 years of life at that time. We became close over those few month, hanging out, going to the local pizza place and then to Friendly's for ice cream. I remember a bunch of us going to a party and then I never saw him again.