Jake Wendling

Someone pinch me and wake me up. Tell me it was just a bad dream. Each time I click on this page and see my son's picture and the name Jake Wendling I gasp and am momentarily startled as if to say "What is Jake's picture doing in a book for the deceased" and then I am brought back to reality. Will it always be this way?

I miss you Brother and I love you.

Jake...I still miss your smiling face and big hug when I enter the plant department at Home Depot....Your eyes always lit up when we met and talked for a few minutes. I will always remember you...Jake with a loving heart and a big smile! It is reflected in my deck...beautiful plants/flowers from HD in memory of my sweet friend from years gone by...
Love you, Ms Bettye (Barnes)

I used to accept that pain was designed for our spiritual growth. The truth is; pain can nearly kill you if you let it. I am so tired of seeing the suffering of death around me and I am both jealous of, and happy for you Jake, as I think that you never have to see some of the days we have seen of late anymore.

This will be my last entry here Jake. One year has come and will soon be gone since I last saw your face. Since I last held you in my arms in a big ole bear hug. Since I last heard your laugh, You saying Hi Momma. Or I love you Momma. A long time since we've known completeness in our family. But I know it is the order of things. The order of life. We will all leave here and we will all go to an eternal home. I choose to believe your home is in Heaven because my heart tells me so. Some day,...