| Location | Leeds |
| Age | 17 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 15/02/1989 |
| Date of Death | 23/09/2006 |
| Visitors | 21,252 since 25/09/2006 |
| Creator |
Jonathan Glynn, 17,
(known as Jay in racing circles.) was thrown from his blue Citroen Saxo when it plunged down an
embankment near York at 4.50pm on Saturday 23rd September 2006.
His girlfriend of 18 months, Robyn Wishart, 15, was airlifted to hospital and is said to be stable
but critical. Her family, from Maltby Court, Colton, were today keeping vigil at the James Cook
University Hospital in Middlesbrough.
Jonathan and Robyn had been travelling on the A64, near the junction with the A19 Fulford
interchange, after a day out at Flamingo Land.
Jonathan, of Templegate Road, Colton, was pronounced dead at the scene. No other vehicles were
involved in the accident.
Jonathan is an apprentice mechanic and had scooped a string of awards and trophies. At the start of
this year, he was given a new bike as his 17th birthday present and aimed for the top in the 2006
Metzeler Racetec National Superstock Championship Cup.
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JONATHAN GLYNN (JAY) Tragically as the result of an accident on September 23, Jay, aged 17 years,
late of Leeds 15, the dearly loved son of Carol and John, much loved brother of Carly-Ann, dearest
grandson of George and Ada and Brian and Valerie. Cortege will leave from his residence on Thursday,
October 5, at 11.45 a.m., for service and cremation at Lawnswood Crematorium at 12.20 p.m., followed
by a celebration of Jay's life at the Ramada Jarvis, North Leeds, Seacroft. Family flowers only
please. Donations in memory of Jay may be given to the Chris Jones Memorial Fund, in aid of the Air
Ambulance Service, a collection box will be available at the service.
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Wednesday 5th December 2007
Hello my darling, you know you're always in our thougthts, every minute, every day.
It was the inquest on your accident today. They said it was accidental death due fatigue. They are
sure that you were asleep my little man and you didn't know anything about it. You'd come in late in
the early hours of the morning and only had a few hours sleep. If only you had not had to get up
early to go out - you were too tired to drive.
There was nothing wrong with your car, it was in good condition, you were driving sensibly, you
weren't going very fast - about 54mph on a 70mph road. You had had a late night, little sleep, a fun
and full day at the park and then a long drive back. You'd just fallen asleep. I hope you were still
asleep when the accident happened because then you're last thoughts would have been about you're
happy day out and not of those last few minutes. It wasn't your fault babe, just a tragic accident.
We love you and we're missing you so much Jay, stay close and let me know you're OK and having fun
with Chris, Ashley, Jonathan, Carl and all your other new friends. Hope you're showing them how to
mix those basslines.
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WE'D LIKE TO THANK EVERYONE THAT HAVE LEFT MESSAGES AND POEMS FOR JAY AND HIS FAMILY. JAY IS LOVED
BY SO MANY PEOPLE AND HE HAS SO MANY FRIENDS. HIS STAR SHINES BRIGHT AND HE IS CLOSE TO US ALL.
WE'VE MADE LOTS OF NEW FRIENDS FROM THE SITE AND YOUR MESSAGES HAVE BROUGHT US COMFORT DURING THIS
SAD TIME. OUR THOUGHTS ARE WITH THOSE THAT HAVE LOST LOVED ONES, TAKE CARE LOVE CAROL, JOHN &
CARLY-ANN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Carly Tyrer
hiya darling 3 years eh! =[ still missing you as much you will never be forgotten jay i hope you know that!! one of a kind!! well we shall be up to see you tonight mister love you lots Carly x x
All our love my sweetheart xx
Hiya my little man, we're missing you so much and we can't believe it's 3 years ago when we last saw you. It seems just like yesterday, it's so painful.
I'm sorry for the tears, I know you'd be going mad with me and telling me to sort myself out. Easier said than done, that one. The large gaping hole in my heart won't ever heal.
We keep asking you to help us through and to keep an eye on things but we shouldn't, we should be saying you take care of yourself, have fun mixing basslines and racing those clouds. Enjoy your time partying with your new friends and don't you worry about us, we'll all sort things out here and when we see you again we can catch up and tell each other what's been going on. But I know when you have a few minutes spare you will watch over us and help us through it.
All that I ask is that you're happy, safe, not worrying about us but having fun with your mates. Know that we love you with all of our hearts and you're in our thoughts every single minute of every single day.
You don't get over it, you just get through it. You don't get by it, because you can't get around it. It doesn't 'get better'; it just gets different. Everyday... Grief puts on a new face....
Stay close my baby, we'll see you soon.
Sweet dreams my darling son, all our love forever
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♥`•WITH LOVE•`♥
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Remember, windows down, basslines up loud, true 'Jay' style xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hey Hun,
3 years today. Can't believe how long it's been! Going to keep it short on here cause put what i wanted to say on the little card thing on your flowers. Will be bringin them up in the afternoon. Just want to say hope you're okay and still watching over us all. Keep racing those clouds. Take care and stay close babe. I miss you. Lots of Love xxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Pit of Grief
The day my child died, I fell into the pit of grief. My friends watched me struggle through daily life; waiting for the person I once was to arise from the pit, not realizing 'she' is gone forever.
The pit is full of darkness, heartache and despair; it paralyzes your thoughts, movements and ability to ration. The pit leaves you forever changed, unable to surface the person you once were.
Some of my pre-grief friends gather around the top of the pit, waiting for the old me to appear before their eyes, not understanding what’s taking me so long to emerge. After all, in their eyes, I’ve been in the pit for quite sometime. Yet in my eyes, it seems as if I fell in only yesterday.
Not all of my pre-grief friends are gathered around the top of the pit. Some are helping me with the climb out of the darkness. They climb side by side with me from time to time, but mostly they climb ahead of me, waiting patiently at each plateau. Even with these friends I sometimes wonder if they are also waiting for the pre-grief me to magically appear before their eyes.
Then there are the casual acquaintances, you know the ones who say 'Hi, how are you?' when they really don't care or really want to know. These are the people who sigh in relief, that is my child who died and not theirs. You know ... the 'better them, than me' attitude.
My post-grief friends are the ones who climb with me, side by side, inch by inch, out of the pit of grief. They have no way of comparing the pit climbed to the pre-grief person I once was. You see, they started at the bottom of the pit with me. They are able to reassure me when I need reassurance, rest when I need resting, and encourage me to move forward when I don't have the strength. They have no expectations, no memories and no recollection of how I 'should' be. They want me to get better, to smile more often and find joy in life, but they also accepted the person I’ve become. The 'person' who is emerging from the pit.
Anon
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Time has stood still for those who love you,
the grief is still fresh, their hearts are still blue.
Memories can ease pain but they never can fill,
the space that is left when they think of you still.
So stay near to those who miss you each day,
for they carry a sadness since you went away.
Send the strength to cope where others have tried,
and some love for their hearts that hurt deep inside.
⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰
Love from Liz, Stuart's mum xx
I reach out to you,
You reach for me.
We're grieving parents
And will always be.
I searched and found you
As other parents will
And I'm now here to help you
Pull them all up the hill.
Working together in sadness,
Working together in sorrow,
We'll join hands and hearts
To face each new tomorrow.
It won't be easy friends
But somehow we'll get through.
Together my new pals,
We have work to do.
Not the kind to bend our backs.
Nor the kind that makes us sweat.
This work is called Compassion
For everyone we've met.
Because they're hurting badly
They've lost their baby, too
They're looking for some comfort
From friends like me and you.
So welcome the newly bereaved.
Reach out and draw them near.
Hold their pain close to yours.
Help them know that life IS dear.
Though the hurt will never go away,
The edge will someday soften.
The tears will fall in torrents,
But....just not as often.
The days and months that follow
On Death's cruel wake
Swirl like endless madness
Till a friend's hand we take.
A friend who's been there, done that
Knows our pain too well,
Can comfort and can guide us
From our frightening hell.
In my thoughts & prayers. Love Liz, Stuart's mum xx
Hello, Old Friend,
Oh, yes, you know
I lost my child a while ago.
No, no please
Don’t look away
And change the subject
It’s ok.
You see, at first I couldn’t feel,
It took so long, but now it’s real.
I hurt so much inside you see
I need to talk,
Come sit with me?
You see, I was numb for so very long,
And people said, “My, she is so strong.”
They did not know I couldn’t feel,
My broken heart made all unreal.
But then one day, as I awoke
I clutched my chest, began to choke,
Such a scream, such a wail,
Broke from me…
My child! My child!
The horror of reality.
But everyone has moved on, you see,
everyone except for me.
Now, when I need friends most of all,
Between us there now stands a wall.
My pain is more than they can bear,
When I mention my child,
I see their blank stare.
“But I thought you were over it,”
Their eyes seem to say,
No, no, I can’t listen to this, not today.
So I smile and pretend, and say, “Oh, I’m ok”.
But inside I am crying, as I turn away.
And so my old friend, I shall paint on a smile,
As I have from the start,
You never knowing all the while,
All I’ve just said to you in my heart.
A mothers words, by Deborah Turner
Have a good weekend Love Liz, Stuart's mum xx
All our love my sweetheart xx
Oryt ma little man, love you my darling.
Thank you for coming with me yesterday, I'm glad you did.
You be happy Jay and have fun with all your mates, racing those clouds and mixing basslines. We'll see you soon babe.
Windows down, basslines up loud, true 'Jay' style
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Lastnight
Hi Jonathan, my little man.
You know I was talking to you as I always do, well I was saying that lastnight when I went to fill up the car I came out of the station and met Greenie.
Jay, I haven't seen anyone for ages and on the 2nd Sept, exactly three years to the day when you ran in your last rally with Greenie and won (beating Mark and the others haha) what a coincidence it was to see him out of all of them. I think it was your little way of making sure we remembered your win and that you're still with us. We think of you every single day babe and will never stop.
I will put a pic of your trophy in your photo gallery and everyone can see it. You were over the moon when you came back telling us how you'd driven through rain and puddles, lost your exhaust and had to strap up the door because it had come loose and laughing saying how you'd wonthe more experienced drivers, with so called faster cars but you and Greenie beat em all and you loved it. We are so proud of you my little angel.
Keep racing those clouds, mixing your basslines and get in a few more rallies my darling.
Don't forget where I'm going next week, see you soon babe.
Nite nite, sweet dreams xx
Windows down, basslines up loud, true 'Jay' style
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I close my eyes and see the past
But time with you went much too fast,
The way your arms would reach for me,
And how your childhood used to be.
You were my precious, loving son,
But Heaven must have needed one.
For angels came and took your hand
And led you to God’s promised land.
I often long to see your face,
And no - one will ever take your place.
I also know you’re in God’s care,
And I will someday join you there.
And on that day we meet again,
I’ll hear you laugh and see you grin.
I close my eyes and I can see
A loving son who waits for me
In my thoughts & prayers. Love Liz, Stuart's mum xx
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