This heart of candles was
created by special friends
on June 5, 2009
as a symbol of how much you are loved...

WELLS and DRAKES ISLAND not the same without you.....

FLY

Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this world
Cross over to the other shore
where there is peace forevermore
But hold this memory bittersweet
Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will, rise the sun will set
But I won't forget
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Go now, find the light.

Love is forever  

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this site and legacy site, courtesy of Jon G. 's zia.

This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Jon Gabriel Nelson. Jon G. was born at Women and Infants Hospital on Saturday, February 7, 1987 at 7:05a.m. He was taken from this world on June 5, 2006. 

He was the first born to Maria and John and his birth was much anticipated since he was almost three weeks late. He was an alert, beautiful baby who didn't like to sleep much. We would take him for car rides to get him to fall asleep. His papa would ask him in Italian "where's the light" and he would look up - this was at about four months of age. He was walking at 10 months and cooing "dadee" at four months. He was the prince of the family from day one. The first son, first grandson, and first nephew. I remember our cousins from Canada coming to visit and Maria wanted to wake him up so she could play with him.

I don't remember who started calling him "Jon G" - it might have been Auntie Lynda but it stuck. When Jay came along he would say it as one word: "Jong". His dad put him on hockey skates at about 3 years of age and he starting loving Hockey and played until second year of high school when he decided that computers were his new interest.

Jon would spend afternoons and evenings playing Magic cards with Mark or playing munhunt in the neighborhood with Paul and Mark. He had a little clubhouse that he built with his dad and his papa and grandpa and he would hang out in it with his friends. They wrote on the walls with marker and chalk and they thought I would be mad at them. I could never stay mad at Jon G. he would always get me to give in.

His 5th grade teacher once told me that he was not doing his work but he was so "cunning". It was that beautiful smile and calm way about him.

On May 31, 2006 two boys that Jon knew picked him up at our house to start their cross-country trip to California. Jon told me he was planning on flying home the following week. It was his first vacation from work and he had been working a lot of hours. They set off at about 9:30pm and Jon called me every day to check in and ask about his brothers. He told me about all the things he was seeing along the way and how he got to touch the arch in St. Louis and how it was "cool". I was so proud of the fact that he was calling and checking in and that he was so brave for travelling so far even though I had told him I didn't want him to go.

Our handsome beloved boy was killed when the car left the road and rolled over. The place where the accident happened was miles from any major city. A very desolate place and it took 2 hours for someone to get to Jon.

I will forever be grateful to the two angels who stopped to help and were kind enough to take my call days later. - We don't know what happened that day and we don't think we ever know - all we know is that our boy was cheated out of a life here with us.

Mile Marker 3 on U. S. Highway 50 outside of Eureka Nevada - where our precious son spent his last moments, so far from the family that loves him and so far from his home.

Jon was the light of our lives, the first child, first grandchild and first nephew. He loved old cars, computer gaming, paint ball, movies, music and most of all his first love, Alanna and his family and friends. To say we miss him, is not even close to how we feel. He was an only child for six years - so he was our "little buddy" - we took him everywhere with us. He had so much to live for and so much to give.

He had a beautiful smile and loved to help out his friends and family.