STILL THINKING ABOUT U JON! you'll never be forgotten...

Dang, happy belated birthday, Jonathan! My mom wanted to send a card to your parents, but in classic Fromm tradition, we're both a week late and several dollars short. Anyway, happy belated. We miss you.

I have so many great memories of my friend Jonathan, and I love reading and re-reading all these entries that everyone else has written. It is wonderful to hear how much his short but amazing life meant to all of us. It is a great feeling to know that almost everything that I found special in Jonathan was also felt by so many others. For me, one of the best ways to understand and cope with his passing is to tell people some of the many great stories about him. I miss him a lot. As his freshman year roommate I miss sitting in our room hearing him write songs, I miss the little jokes we had like opening the door and yelling "Caught ya!" or other lines like "Want a cookie?" or "It's a pleasure to eat you, I mean meet you." I miss the long conversations we would have before falling asleep, I miss waking up minutes before Jonathan was going to bed, talking about girls on a Saturday night after a party, being awoken from sleep to hear Jonathan trying to be quiet but smacking into every piece of furniture in the room and then asking me if I was awake because he wanted to tell me a story, stealing Manishevitz wine from Hillel with him, going to his Physicals concerts, watching WWF, answering chemistry questions, eating in the cafeteria, jogging with him, hearing him curse when he got a call from the radio station in the early hours of the morning asking where he was, recording an interview of Jonathan for a class (we had to interview an artist), being the lead character in one of his movies, hearing his laugh, seeing his smile, and listening to his true opinion. Every day I am reminded of Jonathan in some way, as I think everyone is, whether it is a song we hear, a movie we see, a conversation we have, or simly a thought that comes to our mind. On many occasions I glance at someone on the T or walking down the street, and for just a second I think it is Jonathan. I carry his memory with me. Sometimes it makes me sad when I think of him, but mostly I smile. Happy Birthday JDog. I had a dream about you last night. We talked about stuff, and you even had your guitar with you. It really put a smile on my face when I woke up. I hope I have the same dream tonight.

they say its your birthday. well happy birthday to ya. missing you a whole lot.

happy bday my main man...was just playing some people your stuff over the weekend.

Happy Birthday, Din!

2-19-03 Happy birthday Jonathan. Each and every day we think of your loving and sweet smile. You are never out of our thoughts. You are always in our hearts.

I didn't know Johnny that well, and I hadn't heard about his illness or his passing until last night -- 01/27/03, as a matter of fact. I was in Johnny's class at Tufts and on the trip that he took sophomore year to Israel. I wanted to share a memory or two I had about him from our trip. As many of his friends have said, he had an energy about him that I have never seen before and probably will never see again. He was such a nice person and extraordinarily entertaining. On our long bus rides around Israel, he would dance, sing, and play guitar in a way that no one had ever experienced. I remember one specific instance where he got up in front of the whole bus to play a song he had written. It was a raucous song with lots and lots of energy. At first, many of us didn't quite know what to make of the song, but in the end we were all clapping and singing along. His energy was contagious. After our trip I would see Johnny around campus, and we'd exchange a friendly hello, but I was not fortunate enough to ever hang out with him following our trip. I didn't see him much after our sophomore year and now I know why. I was really saddened when I read what had happened. I immediately called a friend of mine who had gone on our trip, who shared my feelings. Losing such a unique personality and wonderful person is really a tragedy,and as the Wang put it, surely an adjustment for everyone who knew him -- whether it was for a week or for a lifetime. What an impression he made on me. I can't say that about too many people. --Kim Fox, LA '02

I miss you baby.

We were flying home from Jerusalem to New York in the middle of the night. I was sitting next to Jonathan on a plane full of our sleeping, rosy cheeked, college age, nearly jewish youthgroup type, trip-mates. No one stirred except for a single stewardess, gliding her snack-mobile silently down the aisle. I don't know exactly what we were talking about, in hushed voices, and it didn't really matter. Any kind of bantering with Jonathan always gave me the feeling that no one was having the same conversation anywhere in the world at that same time. Sitting there, I remember I made a certain choice I've never since regretted. We hadn't known each other long at all, but something promised me that I could trust him with my favorite song, and not only that, but maybe, perhaps, he might even like it. I'd never ever been able to get anyone to like Queen's "Loverboy" as much as I adored it. I cued up my walkman and passed it to him. I remember watching his face, impatiently waiting for any reaction, any sign. There was a confusing little smile that I later learned to mean that Jonathan found something amusing. When the song was over, he thought for a while and then said he liked it. And he wouldn't have just said that to make me feel good. He liked it! Yes!!! When the stewardess rolled around our way, we had worked out a small routine: Jonathan was to distract her with a complicated question, while I used the trick of the hand to collect us a number of mini bottles of wine, Maneschewitz, but still...it was an achievement comprable to a good reportcard. Even better. Nowadays, it happens really often. No matter where. Once at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere in southern Spain. Once when I was on a bike, crossing over Mass Ave. I see someone from the back and because of the way he's walking, with little delayed springs under his feet, because of a certain unexpected movement, or a pair of glasses, I think it's Jonathan. And everytime, for a split second, I really believe it's him. I think I like that. I'm not disappointed that it's not him after reality resettles. Because in a way it is him. I don't know how to end this, there shouldn't be an end. So maybe just the classic three ...