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Jasper R.I.H.

From August 24th, 2016
You know how when someone is born you celebrate their life. Jasper Aaron Harke would have been 23 today. He was a great little brother.

It doesn't matter about how he died, just that he was a really happy kid. For 13 years he was so charismatic and happy. He was ladies man and loved blonds. He learned how to use a computer so he could use it for school and fun. The therapists rigged it so he could use his finger to click. The cartoon he loved the most was sponge Bob square pants.

Jasper had cerebral palsy, couldn't walk or talk but he was full of love. He would pretend to fall asleep when he didn't want to do school work. The teachers and therapists would be like, Jasper we are going to wrap it up and I guess we're done today. He would perk up and get caught.

I loved that little guy so much. I said mom we have to take this new born. He needs us. I don't think I knew how involved he would be but he needed us. Just someone to give him a fighting chance. That kid was a fighter, all the way til the end. He accepted Jesus as his savior and is in heaven.

He was the most loving little guy I've ever known.

R.I.H. Jasper Aaron Harke

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