Dearest Jon- The Beloved,

This was your nickname, given to you by Sister Hope and some of your closest brothers at SCI, as you were nearing the end of  the program.  I have often wondered about your whereabouts, and whether you had returned to drilling, or picked up some other professions.  I still hold so many fond memories of you as our Track Leader, and the profound impact you had on all our brothers who shared this journey with you, and most particularly your Track 11 brothers.  We shared so many discussions during our daily group meetings, and one that still to this day sticks to me is the time you reported starting seeing some miracles happening around you, and noticing how you had received one particular message, one day when Sister Hope asked you to drill some hole in the ground; that day you had returned to the track, elated, and shared with us the experience and mostly the fact you had ask God to send you a message about how to continue your journey once discharged from the program ; you took this experience as a sign you may have to return to this profession.  I do not know if you chose this path, however, by the time you graduated from the program, you felt you had find God.  
Jon, I hope you are now in his care and forever at peace.  I still carry with me the poem you gave me the day you left SCI.  You were so loved, and will continue being  loved and cherished by all the brothers who were fortunate enough to cross pass with you.
Be at peace, Jon The Beloved.
With Love,
Your counselor, Sylvie- Track 11

Poets and writers aren’t valued
So we drive trucks
Work heavy machinery 
To survive. 

I had the pleasure of working with Jon several times over the past few years; I was even scheduled to work with him this upcoming Friday when I heard the news. Jon was one of the kindest, most helpful, and skilled people I have met throughout my life. He would always go out of his way to make sure that he did high quality work, and I enjoyed spending time chatting with him throughout our time on job sites. He had a great sense of humor and we got to laugh a lot while still getting a lot done. Rest In Peace, Jon. My condolences to his family and loved ones.

Attached is a photo from a drilling job, which was the first time we met. 

Oh man Sep... such great memories from class and Cross Country... rest easy buddy...

First time I believe my wife and I met Jon was a few years ago. We were attempting to expand our cultural horizon by exposing  ourselves to great theatrical works on broadway. Along with my son Stephen an Michelle we met Jon in a nyc restaurant.   after the meal we went to the theater and saw  a revised PEWEE’s  playhouse  production.  

...The trip you joe Michele and sam took a decade ago was unforgettable. Floating cooler full of beers as we bobbed in the shallow clear blue waters in the keys sneaking at the time underaged Sam into my local spots and just enjoying years of inside jokes and friendship in a tropical setting, that trip meant a lot to me for you guys to drive down just to see me! All these  memories came flooding back as all the emergency vehicles surrounded your house as I drove off to work only praying everything was ok. Finding out the terrible information as I sat in traffic tears rolled down my face wishing and praying it wasn’t true. We had great times and many tough times growing up but having you as a touchstone knowing we could share the same memories and Perspectives of events i took for granted. Seeing you this past summer re-roofing the house and giving you what would be my last hug I wished you would accept the invite to walk down see what I did to the abandoned house I bought and just catch up share our experiences of the past few years. Bad good didn’t matter just spending some time would have brightened my heart and I hope it would have done that same for yours. So many things have transpired these past 8 years since that one job I worked with you and mike at AARCO, you remember that clean up? Up in rye? My first and last experience in environmental clean up. 4 days of tough wet muddy and cold work cleaning up a Verizon site. I was in awe of the job you and your father call another day in the office my appreciation for what you do grew exponentially. Sharing a beer in the Babylon house seeing steve and Michele after a long day helped put into perspective a day in the life of Jon....

For me these past eight years I spent settling down, getting married and fat, buying a house and turning into my parents. Seeing your family I always would ask how you were doing and anytime I was able to catch you parking I’d make an effort to say hi and try and reconnect any way. But life goes on and being an adult isn’t as easy as we thought it would be. I wish you all the best and I hope to see you in Valhalla welcoming me with open arms and we can finally enjoy each other’s company again as we did as kids all the years ago exploring on our bikes. 

Growing up across the street and always having a friend to play with at a moments notice, a phone call away, was magical as we would dive into adventures of trail exploring on our bikes. Rules were we weren’t allowed to cross major roads, yet there we were, deep into blydenburg park asking ourselves if we wanted to go further into Caleb smith. As the sun started to set we would try and retrace our tracks give up and ride down Main Street to maple to make it home in time for dinner. Or as winter came and light was scarce we’d ride around playing bike tag with all the kids in the streets, all the neighborhood was fair game. Hiding in people’s landscaped yards or in the woods by mt. pleasant we would time it perfectly to dart out jump on our bikes and try and ride the other way hoping our tires didn’t touch, or You’re it. Sherbrooke dr was a vibrant lively street filled with our shouts and laughter. All the Sporting goods sprinkled our yards, between hockey nets, roller blades, sticks, all sorts of sports balls, I still hear our echoes of Car! As we scramble to move out of the street or pause whatever game we were playing. It’s bittersweet living here now, the memories seem such a long time ago. Where did the time go?
Just yesterday we would grab the rest of kids and carol from house to house because we enjoyed bringing Christmas cheer for all to hear. Snow days spend strategically piling all the snow into one big mound so later we could build a fort to throw snowballs at Michele kate and Stephanie  or making a quick buck digging out any neighbor looking to stay in, then spending that cash on friendly’s Fribbles. We had a great up bringing and I moved back and set my roots here hoping  my future kids could experience exactly what brought all that joy we had as kids. As we grew older we grew distant yet even while I lived 1,200 miles away you drew me a bon voyage picture where you parked Long Island along side of Florida so we would still  be close..... 

Ps.  Jon is spelled John.
        As I told you a hundred times.
        

To John:

What if a special one
Could not escape
Into the wild

And instead
Inplanted  into the
Mundane 

The struggle  of a bright star
Speeding  into
The unending abyss 

At a glance or 
Too brief  encounter 
Warmed and touched

By brilliance and beauty 
Loved  and the better 
To have known

My endearing 
Friend 
John 


Love you and  my  spirt   Is. broken....
Your friend  Stephen Meyers 

OBITUARIO

Jon M. Sepe

8 abril, 1985 – 30 noviembre, 2019

Claude R. Boyd–Spencer Funeral Home

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