Hi Jonathan. Tonight starts your twelfth Yahrzeit. Coincidentally two other things occurred today. First, Germany beat Argentina in the World Cup final. It was a tough job for Germany to prove that they are ostensibly the best team in the world. But my thoughts were still on you and I kept thinking how easy it was for me to be sure that there was no better son in the world. And second, tonight between mincha and maariv my synagogue and possibly many other synagogues around the world started saying psalms, asking God for help in protecting his people in Israel from the current terrorist rocket attacks. I agreed with the sentiment of the prayer, but couldn’t help diverting my thoughts to asking God why you couldn’t have been protected from your disease and from the treatment that lead to your death. You remain in our thoughts and we love you today and every day.

Happy birthday Jonathan. Mom made a chocolate cake for your birthday and we are just about to have it. I know you would love it. We will be thinking about you tonight, as always.

Happy Bithday Jonathan. We are thinking of you today and always. With Love Aunt Mona and Uncle Ron

Almost finished with your rock n' roll documentary…I think you'd dig it.

Hi Jonathan: "The Development of Early Hebrew Writing" was the subject of the talk I gave yesterday to honor you in synagogue. It's your eleventh Yahzeit tonight and I spent a long time preparing the talk because I wanted it to be something that you would have enjoyed. I started however, by speaking about you and about how The Physicals were voted the best band on campus, about your radio program and about NME. What made the biggest impact on my friends was when I told them about your schemes to try to meet Natalie Portman while you were at Tufts and she was at Harvard. You had some great ideas, but the goal you set was a tough one and unfortunately you never succeeded. Still, your plans showed a great deal about you, your ingenuity, your ambition, and your character. Today as much as much as always I'm proud of you and

Thinking of you. Gonna listen to a Buddy Holly song and then a Sex Pistols song before bed tonight... -Bret

Happy birthday Jonathan. You are always in our thoughts. Love Aunt Mona & Uncle Ron

Hi Jonathan: Tonight begins the day of your tenth Yahrzeit. It is really hard to believe that ten years have passed. I still feel as if we were in Sloan only a short time ago. Last night Mom and I came home from Montecatini, in Italy. We were there for Josh and Lara's wedding. It's too bad that you never had a chance to meet Lara. She would have been a great sister. You would have enjoyed the wedding - lots of good Italian food and a great Gypsy band that played Jewish music in their own unique style. I wonder if you would have convinced the band to let you play with them. In any event, I'm sure you would have enjoyed their music. The night before the wedding, the guests went to a restaurant at the top of a mountain and ate pizza and pasta and listened to a sound track that Josh put together from your radio programs. It was almost like having you actually be there with us. You were there with us and we all love you as much now as ever. Mom and I just received a beautiful note from Irina. She noted that it has now been 10 years and she wrote us to tell that she always remembers you and that you left an "unbelievably big mark on her life." Irina's note meant a great deal to us, as I am sure it does to you.

Your unfulfilled destiny is what I often think about and coincidentally, "Unfulfilled Destinies" is the title of a paper written this year by Alexandra Kleinerman of Cornell University and Alhena Gadotti of Townson University and dedicated to your memory. Kleinerman and Gadotti wrote about a cuneiform school tablet with a previously unknown Sumerian proverb that states that no matter what natural abilities we are given by the gods (in this proverb, Enki the Sumerian god "whose decisions establish destinies for all of humanity"), the human condition is to squander the gods' gifts to us. Today you would have been 32 years old, a young adult who knew his abilities, and understood what life has to offer. Everyone who knew you, knows that contrary to prediction in the proverb cited by the paper's authors, you would have had the ambition and energy to fulfill your destiny. Today, as always, I think of you and wonder about what wonderful accomplishments you would have achieved by now.

We are thinking of you on this special day. You are always in our heart. Love Uncle Ron and Aunt Mona