<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:15:48.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Christopher Rose</title><subtitle type='html'>12.22.1976 - 2.27.2008</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-5284134170541019209</id><published>2008-08-24T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:54:51.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hi to my Mum</title><content type='html'>Jay, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try and not think about you I do and get upset and realise ill never speak to you again. There were so many things I wanted to say but never did. So many thoughts running threw my head when we spoke but I never uttered a word. Something I now regret more than anything. I had my chance, it was right there in front of me and I let it pass. I try and make myself believe this is all just a horrible mistake and you'll come back to me. But I know this isn't so. All your friends and family were at your funeral. They played your music and displayed all your favourite things. Your father gave the most incredible speech. You come from great stock. I could see you in your fathers eyes. I spoke with your mum and she remembered my name from when we used to see each other and id wait in your kitchen with her for you to come home from work. To see you walk in the door with your skate board under your arm and a How DO and that cheeky smile. Ill never forget that smile. Brett spoke so fondly of you. All threw the service all I could hear was myself crying which may I remind you wasn't a pretty site. I wanted to look all pretty for you and did myself up all nice in the morning then the moment I saw you I lost it. I brought you flowers the prettiest ones I could find in my favourite colour blue. I wrote you a letter and pinned it to your flowers. I hope you read it and know how much you meant to me. I keep on thinking about how long its been since I saw you. And how out of no where you suddenly appeared back into my life as if nothing ever happened as if I was with you only the day before. We spoke as if we never had that absence. Everyday I eagerly awaited your emails and sure enough there you were. The way we just chatted about random shit makes me smile and then sad cause ill never get that again and no one could ever take that place. I haven't been this upset since I laid my mum to rest over 12 years ago. She had her service in the same room you did which probably made things even worse for me. She laid before me in the exact same way you did and its a sight ill never forget. All I wanted to do was rip that box open and hug you. That's all I ever wanted to do. Grab you in my arms and just give you biggest hug. People may be reading this thinking how weird it is for me to be writing to you but this is my therapy. And believe me since you passed I honestly think I need it. I need to speak to you the way I used to and if writing this on your site is the only thing I can do then so be it. I want you to know ill never ever forget you. I said to your sister its rare to meet a person in life you can truly say your honoured to have known and with you that saying couldn't be more spot on. Say hi to my mum for me and ill see you when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss our chats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-5284134170541019209?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5284134170541019209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=5284134170541019209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/5284134170541019209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/5284134170541019209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-hi-to-my-mum.html' title='Say hi to my Mum'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-2553894347577650744</id><published>2008-08-24T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:48:34.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments in time...</title><content type='html'>I have no pictures of us together. No final funny moments captured on film. I just have words said to one another. Words only I will hear. Words ill never forget. The day I got my first message in 8 years was one of the happiest days ive had in my 27 years. After so long apart, getting to know each other all over again was a true privilege. Moments in time ill forever cherish. There isn't just one think I can say about Jay Rose. Everything about him come in the thousands.  He was the person you wanted to be and the person you wanted to be with. He will forever remain in my heart as the fun loving, easy going Jay that would always always put a smile on my face. No matter situation or comment said "Just Quietly" he always made me feel like the luckiest person in the world. I will forever await the day till we meet again. Until then. Rest peacefully my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Will I Forget YouXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-2553894347577650744?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2553894347577650744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=2553894347577650744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/2553894347577650744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/2553894347577650744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/moments-in-time.html' title='Moments in time...'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-7981352645959766002</id><published>2008-08-24T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:45:13.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay @ Killington, VT | Winter 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIqZDIg1sI/AAAAAAAAADA/_239bSU90UU/s1600-h/killington+2003+farryl+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238295926411417282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIqZDIg1sI/AAAAAAAAADA/_239bSU90UU/s400/killington+2003+farryl+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIqU56CVJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/epG4uXuEhaw/s1600-h/killington+2003+farryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238295855215301778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIqU56CVJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/epG4uXuEhaw/s400/killington+2003+farryl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures submitted by Farryl Buchman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-7981352645959766002?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7981352645959766002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=7981352645959766002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/7981352645959766002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/7981352645959766002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/jay-and-farryl-killington-vt-winter.html' title='Jay @ Killington, VT | Winter 2003'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIqZDIg1sI/AAAAAAAAADA/_239bSU90UU/s72-c/killington+2003+farryl+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-7202021098852327850</id><published>2008-08-24T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:40:16.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap Bands and Cold Beer - True Mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIofvmSxrI/AAAAAAAAACw/gjfUPRNTdzU/s1600-h/JayLord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238293842403444402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIofvmSxrI/AAAAAAAAACw/gjfUPRNTdzU/s400/JayLord.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jay Rose was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He introduced me to Manga and crap punk bands and I introduced him to crap movies and Dan the Automator. He hassled me about collecting Transformers and I gave him stick about collecting 'toys'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;We drank a lot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We used to take the work van on the sly and go see underground hiphop. Or metal. Or punk. Or beats.We went out of our way to follow REALLY, REALLY bad bands around Sydney - just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We drank a lot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got into up and comers like Moby, Black Eyed Peas and Limp - years before they were both popular AND crap.We spent many lost nights walking around the inner city, drinking longnecks and discussing the finer points of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We drank a lot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We invented new and extremely clever words.And we gave stick to everyone. We became mates when he started at my work some 12 years ago. Despite the fact that I was both younger than him and his supervisor, we got REAL tight, REAL quick. Hence, I had to constantly cover for him coming in late and getting nothing done! We used to laugh ALL day long with music cranked (much to the annoyance of some of the other workers, but hey - I was in charge). Jay had been living in the US for the last few years and I moved interstate 3 years ago, but we always stayed in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last time he came back to Australia, I jetted back to Sydney - just to laugh. And laugh we did. JayLord, you will NEVER be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Queef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you've still got my Voltrons, biatch. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-7202021098852327850?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7202021098852327850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=7202021098852327850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/7202021098852327850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/7202021098852327850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/crap-bands-and-cold-beer-true-mates.html' title='Crap Bands and Cold Beer - True Mates'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIofvmSxrI/AAAAAAAAACw/gjfUPRNTdzU/s72-c/JayLord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-380469701848611699</id><published>2008-08-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:29:21.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Room | Martha's Vineyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238289898474949570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIk6LUdy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/qyw0EbBoyXw/s400/alli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hi, I just wanted to share the pictures of Jay I have with you all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238290949980419282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIl3Ye59NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NSh9RvK4P5U/s400/jay+alli+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I worked with Jay at The Green Room on Martha's Vineyard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291052299896178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIl9VpxRXI/AAAAAAAAACY/xj39FMnMzag/s400/jay+beach+alli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He was so much fun to work with and always made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291512730758514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLImYI5CrXI/AAAAAAAAACg/iFNoOhfazMw/s400/jay+shop+alli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was so sad to hear that Jay has passed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291608490228834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLImdtn4PGI/AAAAAAAAACo/TZhmLJRzsaw/s400/jay+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He will be missed by all of those who lives he made brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Ali xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-380469701848611699?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/380469701848611699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=380469701848611699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/380469701848611699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/380469701848611699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/green-room-with-jay-marthas-vineyard.html' title='The Green Room | Martha&apos;s Vineyard'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIk6LUdy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/qyw0EbBoyXw/s72-c/alli.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-1490592466490091910</id><published>2008-08-24T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:01:36.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshments with Jay | May 10, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIfhzCKpxI/AAAAAAAAACA/uCxEClIw0K0/s1600-h/briana_%26_jay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283982080747282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIfhzCKpxI/AAAAAAAAACA/uCxEClIw0K0/s400/briana_%26_jay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am Briana's Aunt Pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Las Vegas last year Briana wanted us to meet her friend Jay.&lt;br /&gt;Over he came to the condo that we were at with his back pack and some refreshments and we had a great time. I think he came to see Briana every day. He showed her around Las Vegas. The last day that we saw him was when his mom and dad were arriving to visit with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Briana that I am so happy that I had a chance to meet Jay.&lt;br /&gt;He was full of life, smiles and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words that I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti Bird&lt;br /&gt;London, Ontario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-1490592466490091910?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1490592466490091910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=1490592466490091910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/1490592466490091910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/1490592466490091910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/08/brianas-friend-jay.html' title='Refreshments with Jay | May 10, 2007'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/SLIfhzCKpxI/AAAAAAAAACA/uCxEClIw0K0/s72-c/briana_%26_jay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-9086831010784691105</id><published>2008-03-07T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:28:47.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met Jay at a Patriots Game with Timmy | November 25, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R9F5HYgsydI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WTOZolt8pwo/s1600-h/Tailgatin%27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R9F5HYgsydI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WTOZolt8pwo/s400/Tailgatin%27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175050614571059666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(picture taken by Jay - I am seated (left), Timmy is on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolences to your family. There's really nothing that can be said to make it better. Just know that our prayers are with you in this very difficult time. I only met Jay once, but he was a wonderful guy, and it was very clear that he had lived a very full and exciting life every minute of every day. Hopefully that can be some sort of counter to the grief that you are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Clint Kachnowski &amp; Family&lt;br /&gt;Strafford, NH USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-9086831010784691105?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9086831010784691105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=9086831010784691105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/9086831010784691105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/9086831010784691105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-met-jay-patriots-game-with-timmy.html' title='I met Jay at a Patriots Game with Timmy | November 25, 2007'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R9F5HYgsydI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WTOZolt8pwo/s72-c/Tailgatin%27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-1059039952059938167</id><published>2008-03-07T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:11:04.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Jay &amp; Macaroni | Summer 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R9F21ogsycI/AAAAAAAAABw/kpuE550fXns/s1600-h/lisa+richcreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175048110605126082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R9F21ogsycI/AAAAAAAAABw/kpuE550fXns/s400/lisa+richcreek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No words can describe the light in this mans soul. I met Jay Rose 2 summers ago while working at Macoroni Grill In Las Vegas. I was instantly drawn to Him. He was an amazing man and a true friend. He never had a bad word to say about anyone ( Just quietly). He had such a passion for this life and soaked up as much of it as He possibly could. I never tired of hearing about his adventures to far off places. He lived life the way I can only dream. His smile and laugh could light up the darkest of days. The last time I saw Him was In Vegas at His going away party, where this picture was taken. It was a night full of laughter and drinks. I will always remember you. Heaven is a far better place now, but this Earth will never be the same. Thank you for letting me be a part of your fish bowl Jay Rose. I love you and miss you like you wouldnt believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in Heaven.... Cheers Mate!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa Richcreek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las Vegas, NV USA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-1059039952059938167?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1059039952059938167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=1059039952059938167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/1059039952059938167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/1059039952059938167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories-of-jay-macaroni-summer-2006.html' title='Memories of Jay &amp; Macaroni | Summer 2006'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R9F21ogsycI/AAAAAAAAABw/kpuE550fXns/s72-c/lisa+richcreek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-3400565746536127339</id><published>2008-03-07T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:48:33.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First met Jay at NYC in 2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R9FxY4gsybI/AAAAAAAAABk/EXLBecRFU4Q/s1600-h/maitland+lothian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175042119125748146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R9FxY4gsybI/AAAAAAAAABk/EXLBecRFU4Q/s400/maitland+lothian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great friend who will be sadly missed. First met in NewYork in 2000, travelled and we shared a room for six months at the ROB ROY pub in London. Memories that make me smile daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of LIFES GREAT CHARACTERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss ya already mate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maitland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-3400565746536127339?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3400565746536127339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=3400565746536127339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/3400565746536127339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/3400565746536127339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-met-jay-at-nyc-in-2000.html' title='First met Jay at NYC in 2000'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R9FxY4gsybI/AAAAAAAAABk/EXLBecRFU4Q/s72-c/maitland+lothian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-8491764173367050083</id><published>2008-03-04T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T03:20:38.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay with Friends in Whistler | May 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R80vhjwTkHI/AAAAAAAAABc/EIBRtfXMS1w/s1600-h/Jay_Superlfy_Rose_2001_Whistler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173843800498606194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R80vhjwTkHI/AAAAAAAAABc/EIBRtfXMS1w/s400/Jay_Superlfy_Rose_2001_Whistler.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jay, What a great bloke. Such sad news but such amazing memories left to all. To think back at the fun times working at Cows in Whistler, seems like yesterday.The photo was taken at Whistler in May of 2001 the night before I left Canada. This photo and the image of Jay walking off into the darkness with my laundry basketfull of the food we had left behind before we returned home, are my last memories of being with Jay. I had never met someone more appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the next life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-8491764173367050083?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8491764173367050083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=8491764173367050083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/8491764173367050083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/8491764173367050083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/jay-with-friends-in-whistler-may-2001.html' title='Jay with Friends in Whistler | May 2001'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R80vhjwTkHI/AAAAAAAAABc/EIBRtfXMS1w/s72-c/Jay_Superlfy_Rose_2001_Whistler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-7221381988156036136</id><published>2008-03-03T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:40:37.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Met Jay at BC vs Miami | November 24, 2007</title><content type='html'>I met Jay very briefly recently when we went to a Boston College football game together with Tim. Within hours I felt like I had known him my whole life. I was in awe of his adventures and admired how bold he had become to live his life to the fullest. My prayers are with all of his family. Someone once said "To live in the hearts that you leave behind is not to die." May he live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great sympathies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave McLaughlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-7221381988156036136?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7221381988156036136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=7221381988156036136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/7221381988156036136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/7221381988156036136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/met-jay-at-bc-vs-miami-game-november-24.html' title='Met Jay at BC vs Miami | November 24, 2007'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-3794805787714435611</id><published>2008-03-03T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:30:17.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay, Timmy and Clint at The Pats Game | November 25, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R8x4q2z2ZFI/AAAAAAAAABM/6AbdfkUPTW8/s1600-h/The+Hunting+Hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173642749604684882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R8x4q2z2ZFI/AAAAAAAAABM/6AbdfkUPTW8/s400/The+Hunting+Hat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clint (in background) freezing with his iPhone. Jay and myself mugging for the camera pre-game. Both Jay (Panthers fan) and Clint (Cowboys fan) enjoyed watching the Patriots struggle to a victory in this game. Patriots 31 - Eagles 28. Jay's first NFL game. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and miss you bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;Rollinsford, NH USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-3794805787714435611?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3794805787714435611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=3794805787714435611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/3794805787714435611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/3794805787714435611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/jay-timmy-and-clint-at-patriots-game.html' title='Jay, Timmy and Clint at The Pats Game | November 25, 2007'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R8x4q2z2ZFI/AAAAAAAAABM/6AbdfkUPTW8/s72-c/The+Hunting+Hat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-65275894412045159</id><published>2008-03-01T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:39:46.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son</title><content type='html'>Jay was my son.....a son of which I was very proud. A free spirit in many ways...a spirit that came and went from our lives far too quickly. I can remember when he was born, at the Lismore Base Hospital. I was privilaged to be by my wife's side as Jay came into our world. I was given the honour of being the first to hold him and to carry him  into the weighing room. Those were the days, when he was small enough for me to carry, before he grew into the tall, strapping man who could carry me around. Through the years we had many sunny times with both Jay and his sister Gianina, who fussed over this new bundle that had come to share his life with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were grayer days to follow...but through it all, our love for Jay remained strong. Over the last 8 years he saw many parts of the world and made friends with many in different corners.    Jay's personality brought him many friends....only now, as we suffer our loss, are we finding out just how strong are his friends feelings for him, both here in Australia &amp;amp;  distant shores.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jay's free spirit may have left this earth bound world we live in...but it now flies free to experience new vistas and know doubt, knowing Jay, to make new friends in the great beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay, you may be gone physically from us...but let me assure you, you will not be forgotten in the many hearts that weep for you today. Your mum and dad loved you very much and will never get over losing such a heart felt free spirit. We will miss hugging you and telling you how much you are loved and how proud we were of you. Go forth my son, into the care of God's Kingdom...until the day we all meet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU JAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-65275894412045159?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/65275894412045159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=65275894412045159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/65275894412045159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/65275894412045159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-son.html' title='My Son'/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-9125889637821440014</id><published>2008-03-01T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:32:37.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time I saw him :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R8k-W2z2ZEI/AAAAAAAAABE/X1iKwqZ9dHw/s1600-h/briana+and+jay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172734209402758210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R8k-W2z2ZEI/AAAAAAAAABE/X1iKwqZ9dHw/s400/briana+and+jay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R8k9PGz2ZDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YjopQOulzlU/s1600-h/briana+and+jay.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jay and I @ The Excalibur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;submitted by - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Briana Cavendar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;London, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3029693738363902867-9125889637821440014?l=jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9125889637821440014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3029693738363902867&amp;postID=9125889637821440014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/9125889637821440014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3029693738363902867/posts/default/9125889637821440014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaychristopherrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-time-i-saw-him.html' title='The last time I saw him :&apos;('/><author><name>pictures of jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054820641971763773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LSyMrBx2x8/R8k-W2z2ZEI/AAAAAAAAABE/X1iKwqZ9dHw/s72-c/briana+and+jay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3029693738363902867.post-8206852766806103748</id><published>2008-02-29T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:20:05.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>We have created this site to both honor and remember Jay. If you have any pictures, thoughts or stories you would like to share with the rest of his family and friends, we encourage you to do so, that is the purpose of this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send all correspondence to -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:picturesofjay@gmail.com"&gt;picturesofjay@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy C. 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