Jesse's Memory
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Dear whomever is reading this,
First, I want to thank anyone who stumbles across this and reads it. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my family’s story. My name is Hannah Douglas.
My brother, Jesse Douglas, passed away this morning, March 24, 2018. He was 33 years old. He had a car accident. As I’m typing this, it is very hard to believe.
My parents took Jesse in when he was 2 years old and they went through a long, grueling process to adopt him. My parents prayed for him during the adoption process. A man by the name Preacher Dennis Carter always said, “If you are praying about something──get a verse. God puts His word above His name.” So, that is exactly what my dad did. “To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons,” (Galatian 4:5).
When he was 6 years old he finally became a Douglas. Some people referred to Jesse as my adopted brother, but he was more a part of the family than I was. I never knew him any other way. He was not an adopted brother, he was and still is my brother. Period. Jesse had a troubled past like anyone else. Many people only saw him for his troubles. To say Jesse was a perfect individual would be a lie, but misunderstood he very much was. Yes, Jesse had his troubles but in ways he had a heart of gold. In middle school, he got into a fight with some guys for picking on a child with disabilities. He was willing to go to war, if a boy hurt me. Everyone always thought Jesse was a tough guy. Don’t get me wrong, he was. Some of his friends use to say, “If superman came down on steroids, he wouldn’t want to fight Jesse.” But Jesse held sentimental things inside, that only a few knew about. He loved his family and would’ve fought hell and high water for family and friends.
There is so much more to my family’s story, but to talk about all the good, bad, sweet, and loving times, you would be reading for a lifetime.
My brother, Jesse, didn’t have insurance when he passed. Right now, they are stressed as any parent would be about the financial situation. They do not want him to be cremated. My dad lost his leg back in 1989 in a work accident but has worked ever since. My parents are some of the humblest people this world has ever known. My parents worked so hard to support our family. God never slacked when He made my parents. They showed me what God’s love looks like. They showed us unfailing love.
In a few days, we will say our final goodbyes to Jesse on this earth, but what we hold onto is the knowledge of knowing we’ll see him again. The morning of finding out my brother’s death, I was at my parent’s home. I went into my old bedroom and prayed claiming the verse about the faith of the mustard seed. When I got done praying, I went back to the kitchen table and began typing this letter. I looked on the refrigerator and of all the pictures on the fridge, the one of my brother was glowing with his beautiful blue eyes and white smile. That is our assurance. We have the opportunity to see our loved ones again. A wonderful promise given to us by our Lord and Savior.
While you’re reading this, I don’t want you to think we just want donations. I want everyone to learn a lesson. Many people have said never go to bed angry, you never know how long you have, or always tell people you love them. You feel compassion when someone loses a loved one but you never truly feel the pain until you experience it first hand. Last night, I went to bed not knowing I would wake up, go to work, and get a call saying my brother had passed. The last thing I told my brother was I love him, and I am glad that was the last words I uttered to my brother but cherishing the moments you have is something you never should ignore. Cherish the moments you have with your family, friends, and the ones you hold dear. You hear it all the time, you never know what you got until it’s gone. Once again, I’ll say the same. That’s why this is not a plea for help but an alarm going off. Please remember to protect the ones you love, hold them, spend time with them, but above all let them know you genuinely love them.
I wish I could take the sorrow my heart is experiencing and show it on a video screen, so all can know. Not for all to feel pity for my family, but to understand how the little moments are what we live for.
Love one another, and genuinely appreciate the time God blesses us with.
Thank you again. I appreciate your time. Make sure not to waste it!
Sincerely,
Sis
First, I want to thank anyone who stumbles across this and reads it. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my family’s story. My name is Hannah Douglas.
My brother, Jesse Douglas, passed away this morning, March 24, 2018. He was 33 years old. He had a car accident. As I’m typing this, it is very hard to believe.
My parents took Jesse in when he was 2 years old and they went through a long, grueling process to adopt him. My parents prayed for him during the adoption process. A man by the name Preacher Dennis Carter always said, “If you are praying about something──get a verse. God puts His word above His name.” So, that is exactly what my dad did. “To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons,” (Galatian 4:5).
When he was 6 years old he finally became a Douglas. Some people referred to Jesse as my adopted brother, but he was more a part of the family than I was. I never knew him any other way. He was not an adopted brother, he was and still is my brother. Period. Jesse had a troubled past like anyone else. Many people only saw him for his troubles. To say Jesse was a perfect individual would be a lie, but misunderstood he very much was. Yes, Jesse had his troubles but in ways he had a heart of gold. In middle school, he got into a fight with some guys for picking on a child with disabilities. He was willing to go to war, if a boy hurt me. Everyone always thought Jesse was a tough guy. Don’t get me wrong, he was. Some of his friends use to say, “If superman came down on steroids, he wouldn’t want to fight Jesse.” But Jesse held sentimental things inside, that only a few knew about. He loved his family and would’ve fought hell and high water for family and friends.
There is so much more to my family’s story, but to talk about all the good, bad, sweet, and loving times, you would be reading for a lifetime.
My brother, Jesse, didn’t have insurance when he passed. Right now, they are stressed as any parent would be about the financial situation. They do not want him to be cremated. My dad lost his leg back in 1989 in a work accident but has worked ever since. My parents are some of the humblest people this world has ever known. My parents worked so hard to support our family. God never slacked when He made my parents. They showed me what God’s love looks like. They showed us unfailing love.
In a few days, we will say our final goodbyes to Jesse on this earth, but what we hold onto is the knowledge of knowing we’ll see him again. The morning of finding out my brother’s death, I was at my parent’s home. I went into my old bedroom and prayed claiming the verse about the faith of the mustard seed. When I got done praying, I went back to the kitchen table and began typing this letter. I looked on the refrigerator and of all the pictures on the fridge, the one of my brother was glowing with his beautiful blue eyes and white smile. That is our assurance. We have the opportunity to see our loved ones again. A wonderful promise given to us by our Lord and Savior.
While you’re reading this, I don’t want you to think we just want donations. I want everyone to learn a lesson. Many people have said never go to bed angry, you never know how long you have, or always tell people you love them. You feel compassion when someone loses a loved one but you never truly feel the pain until you experience it first hand. Last night, I went to bed not knowing I would wake up, go to work, and get a call saying my brother had passed. The last thing I told my brother was I love him, and I am glad that was the last words I uttered to my brother but cherishing the moments you have is something you never should ignore. Cherish the moments you have with your family, friends, and the ones you hold dear. You hear it all the time, you never know what you got until it’s gone. Once again, I’ll say the same. That’s why this is not a plea for help but an alarm going off. Please remember to protect the ones you love, hold them, spend time with them, but above all let them know you genuinely love them.
I wish I could take the sorrow my heart is experiencing and show it on a video screen, so all can know. Not for all to feel pity for my family, but to understand how the little moments are what we live for.
Love one another, and genuinely appreciate the time God blesses us with.
Thank you again. I appreciate your time. Make sure not to waste it!
Sincerely,
Sis
Organizer
Hannah Douglas
Organizer
Inman, SC
