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SEPTEMBER 1997
BOOT CAMP GRADUATION

~SEAMAN JESSE PATRICK HENRY~
UNITED STATES NAVY
SAN DIEGO NAVAL BASE


 
 


 


 

JULY - 1997
JESSE PLAYING WITH ZACHARY

~BORN TO EARTH~
JULY 16, 1978

~BORN TO HEAVEN~
JULY 3, 1998

JESSE & HIS FIANCÉE PAMELA
BOOT CAMP GRADUATION
SEPTEMBER 1997

BELOVED SON OF:
COLLEEN & VERNE BETLACH
&
DAN HENRY

BELOVED BROTHER OF:
ANGELA ROSE, NIKOLE MARIE, JON & CHRIS

BELOVED UNCLE OF:
ZACHARY PATRICK & PHILOMENA ROSE

DEAR RELATIVES & FRIENDS:
PAM, AUNT LEEANN, LAWTON, ED, DEREK, HILIARY,
PETER, JASON, SOCCER TEAMMATES &
MANY TOO NUMEROUS TO MENTION
 


 
 


 
 

JESSE'S FAREWELL PARTY
JULY ~ 1997

TOP - LEFT TO RIGHT :
JESSE'S STEP DAD, JESSE, JESSE'S MOM, 

BOTTOM - LEFT TO RIGHT:
JESSE'S SISTERS, ANGELA & NIKOLE & JESSE'S NEPHEW, ZACHARY PATRICK

SEPTEMBER 1997
BOOT CAMP GRADUATION
VERNE, JESSE AND MOM


 

JESSE'S NEPHEW ~ ZACHARY

AGE 4 ~ 2000 


 

OCTOBER 1997
JESSE HOME ON LEAVE
CLOSE FRIEND AND FELLOW NAVY BUDDY, LAWTON
SISTERS NIKOLE & ANGELA AND JESSE

APRIL ~ 1998
JESSE AND HIS FIANCÉE PAMELA


 
 


1 JULY 99

ON 3 JULY 1998 SEAMAN JESSE P. HENRY WAS FOUND DEAD IN THE TPU BARRACKS AT THE SAN DIEGO
NAVAL STATION.  HE WAS 19 YEARS OLD.

FOLLOWING IS AN OPEN LETTER TO
HIS MURDERER (S) BY HIS MOTHER:

TO MY SON'S MURDERER(S):

It is now one year - on 3 July - that you took my son's life.  Of everything that I struggle with, "why" has to be the hardest.  It seems so senseless to me.  Perhaps you can help me by supplying the answers.  Was he the intended victim?  If so, why?  What did he do to make you need to cut his throat and leave him to bleed to death?  I did not know he was capable of instilling such rage in anyone.  What did he do to warrant your wrath?

Do you know what you killed that night?  My only son.  My grandchildren.  My daughter-in-law.  The father figure (and idol) of his nephew.  His sisters only brother.  His incredible sense of humor.  His infectious smile and laugh.  His determination to provide for me in my old age.  Everyone that knew and loved him.  His future.  Our future.

Jesse did not want to die.  He always felt he had the worst luck in the world, even up to his death.  Our final conversations were about his new life.  We just did not know they were our final conversations.  Couldn't you at least have given us a good-bye?  thankfully we always told him we loved him and were very proud of him.  Every conversation ended that way.  I always figured we didn't have much in life, but we did have love, and each other.

He missed not knowing his father as he grew up.  He knew the pain of rejection, so he strived to succeed and achieve.  He felt the sting of going without the necessities of life while I struggled to raise and provide for him and his two sisters.  By his standards, he had a hard life.  Nothing came easy.

He was so excited about marrying his sweetheart and having children.  He was researching how to be the best father and husband to his fiancee.
In the moments you took Jesse's life, those who knew and loved him died as well. We now spend our days at his grave.  Holidays involve trips to the cemetery as well.  You killed him days before his birthday and mine.  He had to be buried on his sister's birthday.  July is no longer a happy month for us.    Mother's Day was very hard for me this year.  I clutched his previous cards to my heart all day.  When he was home on his last leave, he gave me my Mother's Day gift.  It was the Boyz to Men CD, "Ode to Momma."  As he played it for me, he danced with me in our kitchen.  His hugs washed away all cares in the world.

Over time I took him to the airport to leave us, I silently wondered, as I watched him walk away from me, if this was the last time I'd see him alive.  On May 14, 1998, it was.  I hate airports now.  We expected him to walk off the plane when he came home in July, not arrive in the cargo hold.  I expected him to carry his belongings, not have them shipped to a warehouse for me to pick up.

Not one breath we breathe does not have his name on it.  We long for his voice, his laugh, his humor and his hugs.  We all feel we failed him...for not protecting him...for not something...

I want you to know I do forgive you.  I hope you have not done this before or since.  I pray for you daily.  You must have a momma too.  I pray for her as well.  I would be devastated if Jesse had killed you.  You have hurt her and your family by this act also.  Do they know?
I  believe Jesse went right to Heaven that night.  He believed in Jesus and eternity in Heaven.  I feel so bad that he died alone.  Without family.  Without friends.  Just you and angels.  Did you see or feel the angels that night?  I wonder if he felt lonely?  What were his last words?
Well,  I know today is just another day to you.  But our lives will never be the same again.  Ever!  The pain is unbearable.  I often cannot even breathe.  It seems to be getting worse, not better.  I hate it.  I hate what you have done.  I am trying to understand it, but I do not hate you.  I guess you had more pain than Jesse, and strength.  And help...the guy that held him while you killed him.  Not a fair fight - not a fair anything.

I would like answers, could you at least give me that?  All I have is the memory of looking into a casket and seeing a face I barely recognized as my only son.  Swollen! Bruised! Young!  Nineteen years young.
 
 


 
 

OUR CHILDREN'S MEMORIAL WALKWAY BRICK
IN LOVING MEMORY OF JESSE

PLEASE VISIT

~OUR CHILDREN'S MEMORIAL WALKWAY~

CHARLOTTE, NC


 
 


 

~NAVY ANGEL~


 
 


 
 

"MY HEART WILL GO ON"
~Celine Dion~

Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you.
That is how my heart goes on.
Far across the distance and spaces between us,
You have come to show you go on.

Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does goes on.
Once more, you open the door
And you're here in my heart.
And my heart will go on and on.

Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime,
And never let go until we're gone.
Love was when I loved you, one true time I hold to.
In my life we'll always go on.

Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does go on.
Once more, you opened the door
And you're here in my heart.
And my heart will go on and on.

You're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on.
We'll stay forever this way,
You are safe in my heart,
And my heart will go on.
 
 


 

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