Oh Jon, I so wanted to watch you journey through a much longer life: to see you marry the woman God chose for you, to hold your children, to celebrate your destiny and life’s work, to laugh together with our seemingly amazing sense of humor, to enjoy our relationship as father & son also became close friends.
Jon, I would have gladly traded my life to preserve your life here on earth.
There’s a photograph of you in my arms at the hospital the day you were born. I imagine myself saying something like: “Hi there, Jonathan Matthew Dailey, welcome to our family…you’re our little guy, and we love you!” We were so glad you were born after such a precarious pregnancy and birthing. I never, ever thought I would also be the one to deal with the details of your death, and as such a young man – I thought you, your brother and sister together would be here to mourn my death.
Jon, I cherish the memory of sitting at the piano, with you standing by my side playing your violin! We played together for hundreds of hours, reading from the same music stand, practicing your audition material and pieces for performance. I think my favorites to play were the many tunes I charted for the two of us, chosen because of how much we both loved the music.
I’m so thankful for those last few days we enjoyed in Boston together at the end of September: walking and driving all around the city, laughing, eating, cooking, talking about 2012 and pondering the future, praying together, going to the studio, listening to music, watching a movie, discussing books, pondering dreams – I’ll treasure that visit for the rest of my life.