From Jonathan’s family:
Thank you to everyone who has given their resources, fervent prayer, guidance and advice through this terrible ordeal. Your kindness and generosity overwhelmed our hearts, and we thank God for each one of you. Our Jon is worth it all and more. The people of Boston were so helpful in the search, and we extend special gratitude to the Boston and state police departments who were so diligent and kind. Thank you to everyone in the media for being respectful and helpful. We also thank our Heavenly Father for giving us the grace to walk through this valley of pain for the loss of our beloved Jonathan.
YouTube videos honoring Jon:
Thank you Sarah.
Thank you LostNMissing.
…Facebook pages:
http://www.facebook.com/events/431529436905926/
http://www.facebook.com/MissingJonathanDailey
Media article about the search:
http://www.charlotteobserver.com/2012/10/06/3581525/student-from-charlotte-missing.html
Articles about the discovery and aftermath:
http://www.charlotteobserver.com/2012/10/12/3592615/charlotte-mans-death-in-boston.html
(Note: although family members were preparing to post a similar reward during the search, the reward mentioned in this article is in connection with recent robberies in the same area of Boston, not for information specifically regarding Jonathan.)
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20638669,00.html
http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/charlotte/obituary.aspx?n=jonathan-dailey&pid=160346319#fbLoggedOut
Bruce, Donna, and Family: So sorry to hear about Jonathan. Mom called me to let me know what she had read in the newspaper several weeks ago. You have been on our prayer list since we first heard about it. We will continue to pray that there will be comfort for your sorrow and that you will be able to find peace in the sadness.
David and Cheryl McNair
[Now living in Memphis, TN]
So sorry for the loss of your beautiful son.
glenys
Australia
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Mary Frye, American poet (1904 – 2004)