Jay Cordy Briscoe
13 Mar 1986–21 Jul 2002
Precious Son, sometimes I still can't believe you are gone. I miss you so very much. You are constantly on my mind and in my heart, your name is always on my lips. I dream of you and wish I could see you again! Here is the first of several poems I have written for you...I love you so very much, Mom./
I Wish/
I wish I had said, “I love you”/
Everytime the thought came into my head./
I wish I had kissed you/
Everytime I wanted to…no matter what you said./
I wish I could hear your voice,/
Touch your skin, and hold you tight./
And have one more chance to say/
“I love you, sweet dreams and good night.”/
I wish I could hear your jokes again,/
Hear you laugh and get a little loud./
Hear about your crazy pranks,/
I don’t think I’d let them bother me now./
I wish more than anything/
You had not gotten in the truck and shut the door,/
Then Dee would not have called and said,/
“It’s Jay. He’s had a wreck./
He’s not with us anymore.”/
Your smile, your touch, our quiet talks when curled up side by side./
All the good and even the bad/
Are all just memories now./
Sometimes they make me happy, sometimes they make me sad./
You stood for what you believed in/
And fought for what is right./
Your friends knew they could count on you/
No matter what time of day or night./
With such a handsome face/
And a personality to match/
The girls were always dreaming/
They’d be your lucky catch./
Schoolwork was never/
Your idea of a having a great time/
But all the teachers loved you/
Because you were honest, hard working and kind./
I miss you more every day/
And I shed a lot of tears./
But I know in my heart that I was blessed/
To be your Mom for 16 years./
Written by: Barbie Stoner/
In loving memory of my son, Jay/
August 15, 2002.
