After John died, I found a number of journals and notebooks that I didn't know existed. As I began reading them, I was amazed at how profoundly insightful they are, especially for one so young. John thought a great deal about deep and eternal things. His maturity was far beyond his young years and I've found myself wanting to share these wonderful thoughts with others. I hope you enjoy them, and feel yourself wanting to be a little better because of them. He may not be with us, but his influence and example will always be... until we are once again reunited with him. Thank you John, for leaving me a little piece of you. You are, and always will be, amazing in my eyes.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

[Book 1] 23 Nov 1989

My Grandma and Grandpa are comeing in thirtey day's. For chrismas and I am going to get a fire engine and some thing from the thrift shop. and it is Nov. 23 1989.

We were going to yellosprigs And a monarch Butterfly hit our window. We stoped and tryed to save it by keeping it in the car, then in the house, And giving it honey water. We kept it three days But it died and I was sad and I kept it a while and here are its wings.

[no wings included]
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  1. Janelle Call DavisMarch 31, 2011 at 6:16 AM

    What a sweet little boy...I once found myself in a huge traffic jam on I-15. Expecting to see an accident with flashing police lights and tow trucks, I was very surprised to find at the beginning of the long line of cars was a huge swarm of migrating butterflies. I was thrilled to see so may people were willing to slow down and brake for these delicate creatures. I love how John even at such a young age guarded the beautiful life of a butterfly.

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