Jeremy Michael Whetung - Online Memorial Website

Please don't look so sad, Mama, please don't cry-
cause I am in the arms of Jesus and He sings me lullabies
Please, try not to question God, don't think he is unkind.
Don't think he sent me to you, and then He changed his mind.
You see, I am a special child and I am needed up above.
I'm the special gift you gave Him, the product of your love.
I'll always be there with you. Watch the sky at night...
find the brightest star that is gleaming, that is my halo's brillant light.
You'll see me in the morning frost that mists your window pane.
That's me in the summer showers. I'll be dancing in the rain.
When you feel a little breeze, from the gentle wind that blows, that's me
planting a kiss on your nose.
When you see a child playing and your heart feels a little tug, that's me,
I'll be there, giving your heart a hug.
So , please don't look so sad, Mama don't you cry., please don't look so sad, Mama, please don't cry-
cause I am in the arms of Jesus and He sings me lullabies.

Hi “Gammie” Whetung,

I remember you always wanted friends of Jeremy to call you that each year at his memorial service.

I can’t imagine what this time of year is like for you and your family. I find myself thinking of Jeremy at the most unpredictable times; I never know when he is going to pop up in my thoughts. Sometimes he makes me laugh, thinking of how he loved to “raise all hell” at the back of Miss Devlin’s classroom. It makes me smile to think of how shy he was presenting me with a Beanie Baby bunny the summer we were “going out” wayyyy back in grade six. Sometimes I get overwhelmingly sad to know he will never experience the things I do as I go through life, to know he will never have a Facebook profile on which I can look him up, I will never wonder “what that guy is up to.”

I wrote this little poem (more so a list of memories)  last year around this time when I got thinking about how few solid, complete memories I have of Jeremy. Then, as I started writing, I realized I had more than I thought. It summarizes “highlights” of my whole relationship with Jeremy from our first day of grade 3 until January 19^th, 2005. I thought I would share it with you because I remember you were always so open with us, Jeremy’s St. Paul’s friends, and always wanted to share your day of memorial with us. I miss those services at St. Peter’s. I miss having the option of talking about him to people who knew him, since I now live away from home.

I think of your family often. The memorial website is beautiful. I hope you can enjoy a few more memories of Jeremy from the perspective of someone who had a stormy friendship with him that was thoroughly childish in its immaturity, but also sweet and honest for that reason.

Take care,

Jacquie Watkins

I wish I hadn’t thrown your hat that day; you were new and thought my desk was yours.

I wish I hadn’t ratted you out that day when Mrs. Millage caught us giggling.

I wish I had checked “yes” that day when you passed the note; my sly “maybe” drove you nuts.

I wish you had let me catch you that day; you were so fast and couldn’t spare me the victory in a single game of tag.

I wish we’d caught each other’s eyes that day when we danced in the gym; we were too shy.

I wish I had returned your kiss that day, but I turned my head and you only caught my cheek.

I wish you’d invited me to your desk for lunch that day, but I had dumped you two weeks before and you wouldn’t speak to me.

I wish I hadn’t rolled my eyes that day; Graduation was boring and you tried to make it fun.

I wish I had danced with you at Grade 8 Grad, but we were “so over” and I laughed at the request.

I wish I hadn’t told you to “just shut up!” that day; it was the last thing I ever said to you, and I really didn't mind your cocky banter.

I can still remember your phone number, but why can’t I remember what we talked about all summer?

I can remember how I stepped on your toe when we hugged, but why can’t I remember what you smelled like?

Footsies underneath the desk, tickle fights on the sly, running round and round the playground; you’d look back and flash that goofy grin, knowing I could never keep up.

Someone’s baseball knocked against my mouth; you were the first to rush to my side and put your arm around me.

First love?

No,

But yours was the first sweaty hand I ever felt grasp my own.

 

The snow is here again and your not here it isn't fair we had so much more to do. So many ways to laugh at ourselves, others wouldn't understand. I watched the snow fall today and I could see where you cleared out the area so I could watch the animals on the back field, the sun was shinning on the fire pit you made for me, just like diamonds in the snow. I remember watching you carry those heavy rocks to make the pit, they weighed as much as you...even when you were small, you always tried to tackle things twice your size...and just have that big Jeremy smile on your face when you finished. When I see the butterflies I think of you, always moving, doing something...I see the bear and I think of the strength you had...I see the deer and they remind me of how alert you were to others needs...when I hear the wolves at night, I think of how important your family was to you...then I see Framus, he is always wanting to be huged ,and it feels good to hug him because you did...that last night you were here at my home, I remember how sweet you smelled...good old AXE...and your little razor stubble...I never got to tease you about growing up, because you never did, we still had so much left to do...my love for you is forever...

I think of Jeremy when the first snow falls. He loved the winter, he introduced me to a snowmobile and to this day when I get on one and I giver some gas I can't help but giggle uncontrolably. He taught me how to lean the right way around corners, unfortunately I wasnt to fast at learning and I leaned the wrong way and fell off. Jeremey Helped me up and made me get back on.

 

Come to think of it he taught me how to shoot, and lol he took my friend and I out on a little tin boat with a tiny motor. The motor failed on us and we were taking on alot of water. I bailed water while they paddled us back to shore... we bantered back and forth who was the fat one sinking the boat on the way back up to the top of the road.

 

He's in the water, sky and earth, and as the seasons change he grows and changes with us, and one day we will join him and be one with all of those we have lost.

 

Until that day we will all remember Jeremy and those we have lost and live every day in their name.

 

 

Spirit Grandson Of Mine

Spirit Grandson...you are to me

Sun's bright rays so I can see

Cool breeze on my cheek...restful night

Love inside full of might

You taunt and tease...you make me smile

Charming male so full of guile

So much a man...and yet a child

Grow staright and true ...for in a while

Great wisdom you will need

To compensate for hate and greed

So lay your head on Gammie's shoulder

 Remember child she is getting older

Learn the songs and customs too

Do the things I taught to you

Fear no creature...respect all man

If you falter...start again

Seek your answers hidden deep

Then slumber long in midnight sleep

Spirit child grandson of mine

Sacred grandson of all time

Gammie loves you honey

xoxoxox

i remember when you used to throw the boys who liked me because you were trying to pertect me!!!! but now i fond that person that you dont have to throw around because i know you would trust him so thats why i trust him!  and every time i see the deer in my back yard i think of you.  and wish you were hear but god needed you. and i really mished your laugh and that smile.  so just wanted to talk to you and miss you lots love you!!!!!!

Well Jer, what would you be doing right now...when you were born, I was so excited to see that beautiful little face...and you were so long...but what I really fell in love with that day was your hands...your finger were so perfect and brown I just loved to touch them. I knew then that those little hands and fingers would be all over everything I owned, and right I was your finger prints were on everything...the last time you stayed at my house I saw that nothing had changed, only you could reach higher. One of the last things you did at my house was reach up to touch the top of my kitchen door, I was looking at those prints this morning. Knowing that those prints will never be painted or washed away...just like my love for you will never fade...dear one what a special day, your 18 birthday on mothers day...today I sat by your fire sharing my prayers and love for you....I love you Jer, thank you for all you gave me, what beautiful memories of a beautiful young man. loving you forever.. your Gammie xxxoooo

Jeremy...look for the fish hook...smiling now through my tears, Jeremy loved Christmas, he learned that if it looked like a fish hook it was the start of his name, and that present was his.

Today I think of you with a smile,you weren't one for tears.I reflect instead on memories, of all your 14 years. I remember all the tricks you played, and the upright life you led, Your helping hands, and your infectious smile, I'm remebering them instead.The good advice you gave me, on how to fix my car,with your eyes that shine with laughter.Maybe I can't touch your hand and see your smiling face, but something I will always have,tucked safely in my heart, my love for you, your love for me, will never let us part...to love ,cherish and never forget! Baby Deer comes to see me nearly everyday, it has been 3 years now, I feed him, I will protect him...thank you for making his path possible to see me....I love you my boy and am always missing you xxxoooo

I Love You So Much Jeremy and I Miss You

My heart broke when I lost you

But you did not go alone

A part of me went with you

When the Angels took you home

Now three years have gone by

And I sit here and cry

The Pain is still so real

It is hard for me to deal

My heart aches with sadness and grief

Without you I have lost any real belief

My heart is filled heavily with pain

Life here without you will never be the same

You were taken from me so very young

My baby boy, my young man, my only son

I miss you so very much

Your smile, your laugh, your gentle touch

You were just so young

Your life had barely begun

And what did your future hold

Now a story to be left untold

Please always know that I love you

No one can ever take your place

The years may come and go

But your memory will never be erased.

I Love You and Miss You

 So Very Much My Baby Boy

Love Mom

I remember when Jeremy was about 10 years old I was working nights and I wouldn't get home on Christmas day until 10 o'clock.  I told him and Amanda that I wanted them to wait until I got home for them to open gifts.  I was let to leave work early and I got home before they were awake.  I laid on the couch and waited for them to get up.

When they finally did I watched them come into the livingroom  eye's wide looking under the tree.  Jeremy walked past me twice and didn't see me, I grabbed his ankle and barked like an angry dog, scared the crap out of him but he was so happy that he didn't have to wait to open his gifts.

Jeremy,

 

What a character!  I had the fortunate pleasure of being Jeremy's teacher in grade 7 & 8.  He always knew how to bring a smile to your face.  He knew how to take a bad situation and turn it around so that you had to chuckle. He had many talents, including athletics, but his greatest was his talent for sharing.  He shared stories of his family, his hunting, his sports, his time with friends, and his love for his community. 

 

Jeremy, I want to thank you for what you taught me.  I want to thank you for introducing and sharing your family with me.  You will always be loved and never forgotten. 

The Boy Who Grew Up To be A Man At The Age of 14 (Anonymous) 2007-07-25 07:20 (link)

My Name is Breann Whetung, and i am Jeremy Whetungs cousin. There is not one day that I dont think about him and the time we shared growing up together. Though I lived far away i would come down for holidays and mostly lived there every summer. and When i look back on those summers i spent In Curve Lake i cant think of one memory that doesnt have Jeremy in it. Though i was older than him i alwase looked up to him because he seemed to be good at every thing he did. In tough situations i found myself asking "what would Jeremy do?" He never steered my wrong and for that i will alwase remember him as my brother. i wrote a poem long ago and i would like to share that with the people he loved. Slowly sauntering down the hall, through the window seen is fall. And as i watched the leaves turn red, i knelt down to bow my head. I feel winter creeping upon us slow, and soon the ground will be covered in snow. as were upon that untimely date, unknowingly so he will surrender to fate. and since that day the snow melts away, the world regains its color more and more every day. When the sun lets his smile shine down, i know hes in the water and he is the ground. When winter returns and covers the earth, as if the world is in need of rebirth. At the crossroads i still stand, to wait for the boy who became a man. I love you Jeremy and i wil meet you at the cross raods...

Today I heard a song, it brought a smile to my face and tears in my eyes,"kicking stones" from the tijme that Jer could walk he was kicking stones,wether he was holding your hand to go somewhere or talking to his friends, he was always kicking stones.And if he wasn't kicking then he was throwing them...in the air, in the water , at a puddle, always at something, and he most likely hit what he was throwing at because he never wasted his time on doing something and not having a target in mind.Jeremy sure left his mark in life, a good mark almost like when you throw a stone in the water and the circle comes and gets bigger and bigger until you can't see it anymore, but you know it was there and it was perfect as it grew.Jeremy will always be perfect to me.

I remember when u left me at school and u where so disaponted that u left me, and that time when we wreseled, you all ways felt like a brother to me,and I allways love to talk to u about horses. well u got me closer to deer and I dont like it when kirk went hunting. Remember when u allways hurt the boys because thay chased me.ya well thay still do. you allways looked after me an i liked it because u were nice.Remember when i used to make fun of you when because you liked a girlfriend, but I think you were the best brother and I will always love you nobody could ever have i thought maegan was so luky because she hade you. I love you always

Today I am just sitting at my back window,the view of the rolling hills is just beautiful. The deer are grazing at the top, and looking over here. I can still see Jeremy with the chain saw and just the biggest grin on his face, as he cuts down the little trees that were blocking my view. His over size camafloge coat he bought for himself, big old boots on and this tiny little face showing, and a smile so big a smile warmer than the sun. All the pictures I took of Jeremy didn't come out...and yet I can see him as if it were yesterday. We had so much fun then, we laughed at each other so much. I miss Jer so much, he always took that extra little bit and made so much more with it. I can see these presious animals out here now because of my presious little Jeremy.  I am so blessed to have had this time with you....