Cursed
Every door slams and every window breaks
Each fight is damned with two or more mistakes
Every king falls and every convict tries
Each day he lives on wishing he could die
You thought you had it all
But you never really did
And you could have kept it all
Until everyone else did
Parades of flame and envy capture true
When the glass slipper becomes a shoe
Street lights burn out and so does the shade
Ideas to silence and peace into violence
You thought that you had it all
But you never really did
And you could have kept it all
Until everyone else did
Cursed, the obscure dreamer with his finger on the trigger
Cursed, the patient children waiting for their parents
Cursed, the future fade out a traitor for a savior
Cursed, the favor out weighed by failure
You thought you had it all
But you never really did
And you could have kept it all
Until everyone else did
Cursed
But you never really did
Cursed
But you never really did
Daniel Jaffke
September 18, 1983 - January 31, 2014
65 Years
From 8/29/2014
Kevin
Thought about you vividly today to the point I almost broke at work. Then I get the info about shitheads near life sentence after I get in my car. I guess a weight is somewhat lifted, but I miss the shit out of you.
Shawn Wilson was sentenced to 65 years in prison for killing my brother
Daniel Jaffke on January 31, 2014. Shawn is 28. Daniel was 30. 65 years will make Shawn a very old man if he serves a full 65 years in prison. It's justice...guilty as charged and 65 years...but to my heart, it's a tragedy.
I am thanking God tonight for bringing the murderer of
Daniel Jaffke to justice today, impressive the work the investigators, prosecutors, and witnesses did in 8 months. This sentence will never bring Daniel back to us but I have the bright eyed opportunity to cherish every single person that remains in my life and make our relationship better and as best as it can be. I love you all.
I'm pretty damn sure that
Daniel Jaffke helped put his own killer behind bars for even longer because of the amazing Person he was in this life. The judge clearly let it be known to everyone in that court room that Daniel was someone very special and that his was a loss not only that devastated family and friends, but the community itself.
This event /tragedy has taught me a couple things about life and people. You have to love every day like it may be your last.
And justice is a verb.
Shawn Wilson has been given 65 years for the murder that he did toward
Daniel Jaffke. Thank you, Kurt! Thank you!
As I sit here going through my memory box, I think to myself that no one should have to gather little things that remind them of someone to keep for always. I treasure everything in this box dearly. If my house were on fire I'd grab this box and run out the door. It's irreplaceable. Much like the memories I've tucked away inside. Daniel Jaffke you are irreplaceable. In all forms of being, there's nothing about our friendship that anyone else could ever come close to meaning to me.
I'm praying for just a little bit of closure today. For your family and your closest friends. I hoping that this man who took you from us will be locked away for so long that no one else will have to suffer the loss that we all have had to endure these past six almost seven months.
No one else's loving family should ever have to mourn for such a senseless loss. Because it still doesn't make sense to me. He didn't have to do what he did. But he did it anyways. Not one of us can change it or bring you back home to us here on earth. Though I know many who would sacrifice themselves to see your smiling face again.
Instead we go on living with this hole in our hearts.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I'll continue to do my two good deeds for the day.
Everyday. Until I too go Home.
One for me. One for you, Daniel.
We all have to live for two now. So many reading this have done things that they never thought they'd do because you would have wanted them to follow their dreams.
It's inspiring.
To hear friends say that they've gotta live for you now too.
Please give us strength, comfort and peace today.
Daniel Jaffke
Murdered by Shawn Wilson and Papa Johns
A Short Story Pt. 1
An ease of pain walked up to me on one hellish day. I was unaware of a format, or game, or format of a game that could grab her attention. So I sat on a couch next to her and told her I sing and asked her if she would like to hear me. After hours of conversation and Jameson whiskey, she ended up leaving. I had a moment of happiness knowing of her interest in me, but I knew she didn’t understand my words. Wish I would have paid more attention, but fuck regrets. It wasn’t the months of losing loneliness in my beat down jeep, or the parties that never ended bad, but the feeling of fortune to a man drowning in a sea of selfishness. I feel something awful if I think im a failure, and I lose faith in gold if I blame anything else. So here is a shot of sailor jerry’s and a cheers to knowing you. You really did shine a light in and through out the dark.
Daniel Jaffke
Daniel Jaffke
September 18 1983 - January 31 2014
Don't Read
I still sleep less
Eat short slow bites
Drive lawfully
And say good night
I still feel pain
While holding a smile
A glass half empty
Is full of denial
Your photos are gone
But memories remain
I’m working them out
But its not sane
I still earn money
An honest slave wage
When I think I’m done
I write another page
I still walk waiting
For your luring hand
For a kiss on the cheek
To feel that again
I still over think
And over feel the same
I’d love to call you
But that’s not sane
I still hound the issue
In and out of my head
The moments I miss you
I’d much rather be dead
I still live and laugh
And try to stay clear
But you’re in my head
And I wish you were here
Daniel Jaffke
Painting by Rachele Allen
Rachele Allen, a close friend of Daniel's sent us this painting she did with
2 dream catchers and some jewelry for me.
Thank you Rachele!
Rachele Allen
