The world was never quiet when Bubba was in it. He had a way of filling the air with something bigger than sound—laughter that rolled through a room like a warm tide, a presence that turned ordinary moments into something unforgettable. His humor was effortless, his love boundless, and his ability to make people feel seen was rare. He didn’t just exist in the lives of those who knew him—he changed them, left them brighter, lighter, full of stories that now begin with "Remember when Bubba..."

Johnathon wasn’t just funny—he was joy. He was the kind of person you wanted to be around, the kind whose humor was never mean-spirited, but a gift, something he shared as easily as breathing. He could pull a smile from someone having the worst day, make a room erupt in laughter when they needed it most. That’s what he would want to be remembered for—not the years he lost, but the life he lived within them.

If time could be stretched, if just one moment could be relived, his mother wouldn’t ask for grand gestures or long conversations. She would ask for every moment, the big ones, the small ones, the ones in between. She would give anything to hear his voice again, to turn and find him standing there, to love him harder while she had the chance. And if she had one last breath to speak to him, she would say the only words that have ever truly mattered.

"Mama loves you with all her heart."

Johnathon was a husband, a son, a father, a brother, a friend. He loved fiercely, without hesitation, and with everything he had. His children were his heart walking around outside his body, his family his foundation, his friendships an extension of the warmth he carried within him. His laughter still lingers in the spaces he left behind, his love still woven into the lives of the people he called his own.

His absence is felt in the quiet moments, in the empty spaces where he should be—but his presence has not left. It remains in the stories, in the love, in the echoes of a life that refuses to be forgotten.

Bubba, you are not gone. You are carried in every heart that beats a little heavier without you. You are here, in love, in memory, in the laughter that refuses to fade.

And you always will be.