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Dugas, Jonathan Maurice
02 December 1981 - 17 December 2019
Winchester, Tennessee, USA

Our Remembrance
Jon was my little brother and my best pal.  He was going to be a father for the first time until he died.  His only child, a beautiful daughter, was born six months later.  He reminded me a lot of the movie Good Will Hunting.  When he wasn't beating the hell out of people at the bar, he could do some really cool math problems.  He went to college for the first time at 28 years old.  He made straight A's, won awards, and obtained awesome scholarships the entire time he attended college.  He graduated with a bachelor's and a master's in engineering from Tennessee Tech, but math was his passion.  He developed a formula for calculating the number of prime numbers from a fixed point to infinity...truly groundbreaking math fear.  We were all so very very proud of him.  I couldn't have been more proud of his accomplishments if they were my own.  We were so close.  I was the last person he talked to the night it happened.  He had been sober for many years but relapsed the week before he shot himself.  He was leaving a bar on Friday the 13th with the biggest fullest moon ever in the sky and got pulled over by the cops.  He shot himself under the chin as the officer was approaching his truck.  I wrote a poem for him that sums him up quite well....



Bubba



We had the same dad

We had the same mother

I was his big sis

He was my little brother

To hear him slurp cereal 

was just so gross

He was the only one of us

That wouldn't eat toast

I tried not to nap

When he would be upstairs

He worn these loud steel boots

And have zero cares

He hated to use towels forks and ashtrays

So wet foot prints, cigarette butts, and grease spots were mainstays.

I would get him out of trouble while he would get me in

But it was hard to stay mad

At him or his grin

We tortured each other

Way more than we should

But when it came to other people

Wish somebody would

To keep me safe there isn't much he wouldn't do

I even had to stop a drone strike on you know who

He loved each of my kids like they were his own

He taught them how to fish and loved watching them grow

I'm going to return the favor with his baby daughter

And make sure she knows everything 

About her father

Until my kids came along

I loved him the best

His passing has left me with my greatest test

For it's so lonely and quite now that he's gone

I'm always gonna miss a dorky butthole named Jon



R.I.P. Bubba.  I love you and miss you so so much.

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