One Night I Dreamed A Dream THE STORY OFJHAYSONN7/13/18 ADDRESS P.O. Box 350405Jacksonville, Fl 32235 CONTACT e: proprem@gmail.com p: 904-962-7634
FROM OUR FAMILY TO YOURS We deeply thank you for all of your love and kindness and wish everyone the best life has to offer. KEEP THE FAITH AND LET THE GOD OF YOUR HEART BE YOUR GUIDE
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Jhaysonn’s Stetson Recital
“Sweet is the memory of distant friends!Like the mellow rays of the departing sun,it falls tenderly, yet sadly,on the heart.”– Washington Irving

Jhaysonn’s Journals

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Muju-gun was amazing. Really something else, especially at this time of the year with the leaves changing color. I really feel like that is what made the experience. Imagine waking up in a car after nodding off and seeing the bright sun shining just over the crest of a mountain. Your eyes still crusty and vision blurred from the nap; your eyes ach with the change in brightness but your heart leaps at the sight of a million trees in every color from brown to green to gold and back to blood red covers a mountain larger than any high rise could impress upon you. You wind your way up 800 meters of this mountain, attacked with visions of black barked trees pushing forth leaves that seem to radiate a yellow directly from the sun; whose beauty is magnified by the beauty of a tree whose leaves are scarlet as the wind blows the blood and the sun begins to dance and as you gaze upon the fleeting image from the passenger seat of a car you feel filthy for all your “progress”. Cars, planes, roads and pizza mean nothing next to the timeless, patient beauty that God puts before us every day.

Jhaysonn’s Journals

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The peak of the mountain was a copse of large boulders that were easy enough to climb on. Atop the tallest boulder was a headstone looking piece of marble with (calligraphy) etched vertically in it, marking the closest point to the heavens above. I got there at the same time a large family arrived coming from the opposite direction. I soon started talking with an older woman that had very good English who was telling me her son, seated not three feet off, went to an American University. We started talking about our pasts and had a good conversation, pausing to take pictures with the family about Korea, business, and life. They left, heading back down to the town below and I stayed wanting both to begin a sketch of what I saw and take a nap atop that boulder. Needless to say after last night’s lack of sleep the idea of sleep won over and just before consciousness left me I had the wonderful sensation that the boulder beneath me was but a cloud, carrying me on the winds around the world.

Jhaysonn’s Journals

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I am very blessed. I am in a foreign country that is literally on the other side of the world I used to know and have amazing friends Last weekend I went to Gongju again and was introduced to Baduk, or Korean checkers, by Young-Jin and Jay- Kyang, I think Baduk is the game that I have always been looking for. The game called “stones” by Robert Jordan in the wheel of time series. I visited Songsan-Li again and was awarded the opportunity to become more familiar with the area. Originally Jay-Kyang was supposed to be working at a motorized para- sailing festival but as the only internationals that came were from Russia, his English abilities were not required. After that I went to a PC Bang with some of my students; Terry, Robert and John. I hope to learn their real names. I was doing pretty well in counter-strike but failed horribly in StarCraft. The week went by without any problems and I am officially a certified legal alien!

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Always Learning, Loving, Sharing

Jhaysonn’s Last Great Journey Was His Time In South Korea I'm sitting on the highest point of the tallest mountain in sight, at the edge of the South Sea in Korea. The water in the sea is the same color as the clear sky above me and the sun seems to be reflecting off of them both, setting the landscape on fire. Old Man Winter has set up camp inside my bones, but that's okay. Some things need to be seen, need to be experienced. And besides, it's not as cold as it was two days ago. Two days ago was really cold. It was five o'clock in the morning, and I had stayed up the whole night in anticipation. I began walking to my friend Song Young-jin's house while it was still dark outside, which only added to the feeling I have that my neighborhood was designed by a comic book artist. Song Young-jin lives in a home older than the United States of America situated in the middle of a park surrounded by apartments as tall as skyscrapers. He traces his family lineage back not to grand-fathers and great grand-fathers, but 16 generations back, to Song Shi-Yeol. A famous advisor to a famous King. Why get up at five in the morning on New Years? Who is even conscious at five o'clock on New Years? Apparently a couple thousand South Koreans are and they all flock to whatever mountain is closest to celebrate and say, "Hello!" to the first sunrise of the year. After all, if you don't make him welcome he might not want to come back. The night started off unpleasantly cold and just got colder. Oh, when you hike up a mountain at about a 50° incline you start to sweat and begin to feel quite nice. But as soon as you stop the sweat freezes to your skin and you just want to cry at the irony. And ironic it was, because the weather just kept getting colder, and colder and me, Song Young-jin and about 300 other Koreans atop a 1500 year old mountain fortress were reminded just how much we love the warmth of the sun. So an hour after the suns first rays began to burn off the morning fog around the mountains, hundreds of voices bellowed out a roar of excitement at first sight of that shining ball of fire in the sky. Song Young-jin told me, "Koreans call this a difficult experience. Beautiful". I couldn't agree more. There are a lot of things that I learned at Stetson. I added a bit more to that in Gainesville before coming back to Deland and learning how to make sushi at Oudum's Thai. I learned a lot about school and academic pursuit. Even more about friendship and falling in love. But in Korea, I'm learning a lot about who I am as a person. Sometimes it can be quite difficult. But most of the time it's just beautiful.

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Jhaysonn’s Journals

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The peak of the mountain was a copse of large boulders that were easy enough to climb on. Atop the tallest boulder was a headstone looking piece of marble with (calligraphy) etched vertically in it, marking the closest point to the heavens above. I got there at the same time a large family arrived coming from the opposite direction. I soon started talking with an older woman that had very good English who was telling me her son, seated not three feet off, went to an American University. We started talking about our pasts and had a good conversation, pausing to take pictures with the family about Korea, business, and life. They left, heading back down to the town below and I stayed wanting both to begin a sketch of what I saw and take a nap atop that boulder. Needless to say after last night’s lack of sleep the idea of sleep won over and just before consciousness left me I had the wonderful sensation that the boulder beneath me was but a cloud, carrying me on the winds around the world.
From our family to yours. We deeply thank you for all of your love and kindness we wish everyone the best life has to offer KEEP THE FAITH AND LET THE GOD OF YOUR HEART BE YOUR GUIDE
Contacte: proprem@gmail.comp: 904-962-7634 Address P.O. Box 350405Jacksonville, Fl 32235 Guestbook Page Guestbook Page “Sweet is the memory of distant friends!Like the mellow rays of the departing sun,it falls tenderly, yet sadly,on the heart.”– Washington Irving Always Learning,Loving, Sharing For some time now we have been in recovery from all the sorrow and somewhat perplexed about what to do.  Originally, we had thought that we would have an annual ‘Celebration’ of Jhaysonn’s passing.  However, as the time approaches it seems that we are not quite ready.   There is much to celebrate when it comes to Jhaysonn, asking every one of you to come and spend time with us right now seems a bit farfetched in light of your lives and what you are doing and growing in your own way.  Some would surely come and honored we would be, but know that we have been blessed by your kindness and love for our family no matter what.  The sheer number of you that showed up for his funeral and celebration still lives in our memory as we read the many posts you have shared online.  As a result, you have moved us to set up this update to JhaysonnsCure and see if we can collect as many stories as we can with your help.  We hope that this website will serve to show more of who Jhaysonn was in pictures, videos, and any other materials you would like to send us.  If you have any pictures, videos, music or messages you feel would be good additions please send them via email to proprem@gmail.com.  We are hoping that this site be a place of reflection and solace where you can contribute whenever you happen to think of something.  Your insights and stories will fill the pool of memories that will help show who Jhaysonn was and help others through tough times.  Something that you shared with Jhaysonn just might bring a thought to someone else that gives him or her comfort.  I imagine you might think that doing this is painful for us, but we have realized that getting to know Jhaysonn even more outside of his time within our family, turns out to be a wonderful opportunity to learn more about who he was and how he lived.  Sharing a deeper view through your eyes and times together adds meaning to his life and would mean that we can really help meet Jhaysonn’s wish.  We realized this after watching the videos from the celebration, going over his journals and listening to his music.  A treasure trove we hope to put together in a good fashion as well.  We hope you will decide to play a part in keeping Jhaysonn’s memory alive.  Blessings be upon you and your family.  Ron, Theresa and Matthew Pathak
One Night I Dreamed A Dream THE STORY OFJHAYSONN7/13/18