I am Jaysen's Busia. (For anyone who doesn't speak Polish, that means Grandma.) Jaysen was my daughter's baby boy. He never got to know her as I do, but she has never stopped loving him!
ldenhart
11th October 2010
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Jaysen DenHartog.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
9th October 2010
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland