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Betty

Percy, IL

#22 May 28, 2007
I have realy upset some people. I will not make another comment on this. One of my kids is friends with Jay and Tabitha's oldest. Believe me when I say I worry about those girls. and to the one that was complaining about my spelling get a life........is that the best stab you can take at me...HA!
former Waterloo resident

Washington, MO

#23 May 30, 2007
I'll help start a forum of a different kind. Let me tell you of my first encounter with the Henson family. My son was 6 when we moved to Waterloo. Jay lived on a street behind us. The neighborhood kids didn't readily accept my son at first. One day they were all on a dirt pile and wouldn't let my son come up so he came home, got a bat, took it up to the dirt pile and swung it up at Jay. He raised quite a goose egg on Jay's forehead and he went home, got his mom, and she marched him up to my front door! Later they became friends playing sports together in school. My heart goes out to his parents.
steve

United States

#24 Aug 2, 2007
Betty wrote:
<quoted text>Jay was all those things you have said about him. He was a great guy. He will be missed greatly!
betty plese reply to [email protected]
steve

United States

#25 Aug 2, 2007
Betty wrote:
I have realy upset some people. I will not make another comment on this. One of my kids is friends with Jay and Tabitha's oldest. Believe me when I say I worry about those girls. and to the one that was complaining about my spelling get a life........is that the best stab you can take at me...HA!
betty, please reply to [email protected]
c0redump

Englewood, CO

#28 Sep 23, 2007
Chris Otten wrote:
<quoted text>
Betty.....you are bad mouthing Jay. There certainly are other possibilities to what happened.... like he could have FALLEN ASLEEP (not drug induced). If you think anything of him at all you could stop SPREADING RUMORS and generating chit-chat. The fact of the matter is you have NO IDEA if he had any kind of problem at all. I've seen him with his kids frequently (I live here in Waterloo, not Willisville) and he looked like a good Dad to me. So I highly doubt you are a "friend" of any sort with the accusations you posted. Would you want someone to post that about you???? Have some respect for his FAMILY..........
Hi Chris. I would have jumped in and supported your post if I had found this forum earlier. Thanks for sticking up for Jay.

I've been a friend of Jay's since elementary school, and I can tell you that Jay did occasionally did push himself too hard and briefly nod off behind the wheel. When we used to take road trips to visit a friend at EIU, we used to make sure that we kept a conversation going and stayed alert. I have the same problem. I don't push myself to drive when I'm tired anymore. I really, truly believe that it was just quiet in the car, and Jay nodded off for a second.

Jay was a great father. Nothing came before the happiness of his family. His family knows that.

I miss Jay terribly. When a life-long friend passes, you don't recover from it. You just learn to cope with it. Jay was one-of-a-kind.... "Someone from Home".

We'll miss him for the rest of our lives.
MATT TUTOR

Waterloo, IL

#29 May 17, 2008
betty all i can say is u r ignorant..i hope u have matured in the last year..i just read ur comments and ur sick..me and my family were really close to jay and even after a year i am still really sad about everything.. i miss jay so much..i looked up to him alot..and this is coming from a 16 year old boy...this website is to look at the positive things and all u care about is negative things..get a life..
Brian Heine

United States

#30 May 27, 2008
I was terrible sad to learn of Jay's death and have thought about him a lot in the past few months. He was a great friend to me in high school him being very athletic and I, well, not so much. If i could share a story;

In Jr. High we all had to gather each morning in the basketball area. One day Mike Close, a bully by all accounts, hit me from behind or something of that nature and knocked me to the floor against the railing that bordered the sitting area. I remember Jay being the first up and in Mike's face announcing the injustice of it all. I was seeing red and trying to get at Mike but Jay was trying I think to keep me from getting my butt kicked. Somehow or another I got around Jay and in the longest swinging punch of my life connected with Mike's head and the fight was on. I was small but scrappy and the whole school was watching including my buddy Ben Wilson who was on the other side where the Older kids were. I really don't remember much after that other than somehow knocking Mike all the way to the basketball court where i jumped down and continue his come'uppins. Coach Marquis? inter seeded and throughout the day it seemed the whole school congratulated my on my victory however unlikely it was. Jays leadership pulled that out in you as he showed during that silly Bombardment tourney thing where he was Captain of team #5. He picked little me on that team which was always top next to the hated team #6. Jay was always there for me watching out when bigger kids (I think all the kids were bigger) picked on me, but he always let me fight like the one with Wayne Dell behind that gas station. I one that one by default. Poor Wayne was so big he fell before the first punch and never could get up. But Jay was there. I loved the guy dearly and wish I had known him better in his adult years. To his family I extend my deepest sorrows but want you to know he was one of the kindest leaders I had ever met.

He will be missed.

Brian Heine
Terri Henson

Fenton, MO

#31 Jul 29, 2008
Brian Heine wrote:
I was terrible sad to learn of Jay's death and have thought about him a lot in the past few months. He was a great friend to me in high school him being very athletic and I, well, not so much. If i could share a story;
In Jr. High we all had to gather each morning in the basketball area. One day Mike Close, a bully by all accounts, hit me from behind or something of that nature and knocked me to the floor against the railing that bordered the sitting area. I remember Jay being the first up and in Mike's face announcing the injustice of it all. I was seeing red and trying to get at Mike but Jay was trying I think to keep me from getting my butt kicked. Somehow or another I got around Jay and in the longest swinging punch of my life connected with Mike's head and the fight was on. I was small but scrappy and the whole school was watching including my buddy Ben Wilson who was on the other side where the Older kids were. I really don't remember much after that other than somehow knocking Mike all the way to the basketball court where i jumped down and continue his come'uppins. Coach Marquis? inter seeded and throughout the day it seemed the whole school congratulated my on my victory however unlikely it was. Jays leadership pulled that out in you as he showed during that silly Bombardment tourney thing where he was Captain of team #5. He picked little me on that team which was always top next to the hated team #6. Jay was always there for me watching out when bigger kids (I think all the kids were bigger) picked on me, but he always let me fight like the one with Wayne Dell behind that gas station. I one that one by default. Poor Wayne was so big he fell before the first punch and never could get up. But Jay was there. I loved the guy dearly and wish I had known him better in his adult years. To his family I extend my deepest sorrows but want you to know he was one of the kindest leaders I had ever met.
He will be missed.
Brian Heine
I'm not sure why I came back to this site, but I just wanted to thank everyone for their kind words, thoughts and prayers. Although this post should never have happenend and caused a lot of unnecessary problems that "Betty" will hopefully never have to experience, it was nice to hear stories about Jay and know how much he was loved. He will live on in our hearts forever!
John Clements

Hazelwood, MO

#32 Jul 30, 2008
I ran away from home all the time when I was kid. One time I even tried to kick it at Carol's apartment on 4th Street but she wouldn't have it (you still out there? did you know how in love I was of you back in high school?). Anyway, when I was 14 I started crashing at Baby Huey's apartment on Main Street -'91 (maybe). I was pretty young and skinny; subsisting on stolen candy bars, beer and cheap speed.

Jay showed up one morning with a carton of eggs, a brick of cheease, 1/2 gallon of milk, some sausage and a couple tubes of biscuits. Jay was larger than life - physically and spiritually. I was in awe of this giant man cooking this food in Huey's little studio kitchen. He whipped up the eggs, baked the biscuits, fried the sausage and even made milk gravy. He got this giant bowl and threw it all in there, then he started to chow.

He noticed me in the other room watching him. I was hungry as a muggagga, but I always stayed out of the way of the older guys like Jay - most the time they just bullied me around. He finished off about 3/4 of the bowl and said, "Hey brother. You want the rest of my breakfast?"

Today, I make that same meal at least once a week. When I get the opportunity to make it for friends, I always tell my Jay stories. I tell them about my friend Darren, who shared a room with Jay and Tabby in a Chicago hotel when they went to see the Grateful Dead, and how Darren swears he's never heard two people make such passionate love. I tell them about Jay doing a slack jump at Salt Pete's Cave. How the guy that setup his rope didn't figure for how big Jay was. When Jay jumped from the lip of the bluff, all 230+ pounds of his muscle pulled the rope too tight and he ended-up smacking the elephant rock at the base of the cave. We waited for some sign that he was okay. We were horrified. Then a sound, like from the very bowels of the cave itself, came like a fawking barge horn; a giant Nordic howl - Owhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooaawww. And Jay got back on his feet, climbed back into the cave and had a beer. Later that day, he carried the half-barrel back to the car on his fractured shoulder.

Jay is more than a man. He is a father, a husband, and a hero. He's permanently tattooed in my own Waterloo mythology. He's the giant man I could always count on. The giant man who treated me like an equal. The giant man who always wanted to help, who never shirked resposibility, and who will live-on in our stories for a long, long time.

Long Live Jay Henson
still here

Millstadt, IL

#33 Aug 5, 2008
John Clements wrote:
I ran away from home all the time when I was kid. One time I even tried to kick it at Carol's apartment on 4th Street but she wouldn't have it (you still out there? did you know how in love I was of you back in high school?). Anyway, when I was 14 I started crashing at Baby Huey's apartment on Main Street -'91 (maybe). I was pretty young and skinny; subsisting on stolen candy bars, beer and cheap speed.
Jay showed up one morning with a carton of eggs, a brick of cheease, 1/2 gallon of milk, some sausage and a couple tubes of biscuits. Jay was larger than life - physically and spiritually. I was in awe of this giant man cooking this food in Huey's little studio kitchen. He whipped up the eggs, baked the biscuits, fried the sausage and even made milk gravy. He got this giant bowl and threw it all in there, then he started to chow.
He noticed me in the other room watching him. I was hungry as a muggagga, but I always stayed out of the way of the older guys like Jay - most the time they just bullied me around. He finished off about 3/4 of the bowl and said, "Hey brother. You want the rest of my breakfast?"
Today, I make that same meal at least once a week. When I get the opportunity to make it for friends, I always tell my Jay stories. I tell them about my friend Darren, who shared a room with Jay and Tabby in a Chicago hotel when they went to see the Grateful Dead, and how Darren swears he's never heard two people make such passionate love. I tell them about Jay doing a slack jump at Salt Pete's Cave. How the guy that setup his rope didn't figure for how big Jay was. When Jay jumped from the lip of the bluff, all 230+ pounds of his muscle pulled the rope too tight and he ended-up smacking the elephant rock at the base of the cave. We waited for some sign that he was okay. We were horrified. Then a sound, like from the very bowels of the cave itself, came like a fawking barge horn; a giant Nordic howl - Owhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooaawww. And Jay got back on his feet, climbed back into the cave and had a beer. Later that day, he carried the half-barrel back to the car on his fractured shoulder.
Jay is more than a man. He is a father, a husband, and a hero. He's permanently tattooed in my own Waterloo mythology. He's the giant man I could always count on. The giant man who treated me like an equal. The giant man who always wanted to help, who never shirked resposibility, and who will live-on in our stories for a long, long time.
Long Live Jay Henson
Cle-mones! [email protected]
IKW

United States

#34 Sep 15, 2009
I remember him telling me that story...only Jay would get up from that one!
IKW
John Clements wrote:
I ran away from home all the time when I was kid. One time I even tried to kick it at Carol's apartment on 4th Street but she wouldn't have it (you still out there? did you know how in love I was of you back in high school?). Anyway, when I was 14 I started crashing at Baby Huey's apartment on Main Street -'91 (maybe). I was pretty young and skinny; subsisting on stolen candy bars, beer and cheap speed.
Jay showed up one morning with a carton of eggs, a brick of cheease, 1/2 gallon of milk, some sausage and a couple tubes of biscuits. Jay was larger than life - physically and spiritually. I was in awe of this giant man cooking this food in Huey's little studio kitchen. He whipped up the eggs, baked the biscuits, fried the sausage and even made milk gravy. He got this giant bowl and threw it all in there, then he started to chow.
He noticed me in the other room watching him. I was hungry as a muggagga, but I always stayed out of the way of the older guys like Jay - most the time they just bullied me around. He finished off about 3/4 of the bowl and said, "Hey brother. You want the rest of my breakfast?"
Today, I make that same meal at least once a week. When I get the opportunity to make it for friends, I always tell my Jay stories. I tell them about my friend Darren, who shared a room with Jay and Tabby in a Chicago hotel when they went to see the Grateful Dead, and how Darren swears he's never heard two people make such passionate love. I tell them about Jay doing a slack jump at Salt Pete's Cave. How the guy that setup his rope didn't figure for how big Jay was. When Jay jumped from the lip of the bluff, all 230+ pounds of his muscle pulled the rope too tight and he ended-up smacking the elephant rock at the base of the cave. We waited for some sign that he was okay. We were horrified. Then a sound, like from the very bowels of the cave itself, came like a fawking barge horn; a giant Nordic howl - Owhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooaawww. And Jay got back on his feet, climbed back into the cave and had a beer. Later that day, he carried the half-barrel back to the car on his fractured shoulder.
Jay is more than a man. He is a father, a husband, and a hero. He's permanently tattooed in my own Waterloo mythology. He's the giant man I could always count on. The giant man who treated me like an equal. The giant man who always wanted to help, who never shirked resposibility, and who will live-on in our stories for a long, long time.
Long Live Jay Henson

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