Tuesday, December 16, 2008

In Tribute II



This was written by Robert Kent, my stepson, and Jimmy's older brother.

Michael James Cornett went home to be with the lord December 10, 2008. Known to his family as “Jimmy” he was born in San Antonio TX on August 18, 1978. He was a devoted father, brother and son. Surviving family include his mother Donna, father Mike, sister Janine, brother Robert , nephews Jacob and Aaron as well as stepfather Patrick along with many friends. Jimmy graduated Bellaire High School in May of 1997. Jimmy served in the United States Marines and United Stated Army completing two successful tours in Iraq, one with each service - protecting his family and this Country of which he served. In life he was but a traveler along a journey of discovery and accomplishment. In death he is now without boundary, without restriction, without pain. You can go anywhere you want Jimmy, do whatever you want because death is but another journey to another life for only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing and when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. We will meet you there.

Friday, December 12, 2008

In Tribute


I am here today to pay tribute to my stepson Michael James Cornett - Jimmy to us, Michael to his friends. On December 10, 2008 at 7:20 am, he was killed in a car accident in Manhattan, Kansas on his way to work on base at Fort Riley. I don't know where to start, except to say that he has been one of my heroes. He graduated from Bellaire High School and joined the Marines. He completed his hitch and got out right before 9/11, but then a few year later joined the reserves, got activated and went to Iraq. He had one close call that tour when his convoy was attacked and his roommate was killed, but he made it home safely. After getting back home, he switched to the Army and was sent back to Iraq where he was a forward observer for an artillery unit. Once again he made it home safely, despite a few close calls.
He was looking to make a career out of the Army, and would liked to be a drill instructor. He also had just adopted his two stepkids, despite the fact that he and his wife were splitting up. A number of people didn't understand that, but he loved Victoria and Junior so much, that he wanted to make sure they were provided for, no matter what happened. I don't have the capacity to be eloquent right now, but I wanted to get something in writing.

He was a good son, a good man, a great father , a dedicated soldier and always a Marine.



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