In Respectful Memory of Donte J.
Whitworth
It’s been learned today that someone whom I’ve held in high regard, has passed away. The details are
sketchy as of this time and I am mourning the loss of a very unique and extraordinary young man.
We had all gone in today, like any “normal Monday”. The boss, Staff Sergeant Eric Diaz
was there. He informed us, as we stood around him, that Corporal Donte J. Whitworth had passed away from
complications (from an accident in Iraq). Everyone in the group seemed shocked. Nobody said anything
verbally. But the looks on their faces said so much. Theirs’ was an expression of shock. I guess this is
the first emotion during the grieving process. Staff Sergeant Diaz’s voice, as he told us this, was shaking and he looked like he was ready to cry. After this announcement, he told us all, “PT is cancelled today, but keep him and his family in your thoughts. Report back at the regular time.”
I felt emotionally muted and numb. And as soon as I sat down in my room, the only thing I knew to do, was to try to shine some light on this event. It needed to be known, in Donte J. Whitworth’s memory. Because it seems that our loved ones, can continue to live, through collective memory.
This young man was a born leader. He was empathetic, intelligent and so full of life and light.
His passing has prompted a chain reaction of thoughts inside me. The first & most important thing that comes to mind, is that of his family. How they are going to cope with the loss of one, whom they have invested so much into…a bright future and opportunity lost. Or would lost be the right word? Maybe not. He’s given so much to everyone whom he’s known. And I am no exception to his influence.
In the amount of time he was here, he’s taught me valuable lessons. I’ve learned that there’s
goodness and beauty in loving yourself, because sometimes it is important to promote yourself if you have
something to share w/others. And the purest form of self-appreciation is performing to the best of your
ability, w/out fear or inhibitions. And to be heard, it is important to speak through a steady, clear and
honest voice. Because this voice represents your loved ones, your past, your future, your
ideals and dreams. And that these ideals and dreams can still live, even beyond your death.
And I’ve also learned to laugh like a lunatic. He was genuinely sooooo funny & had a talent for
engrossing story-telling, in an ascerbic, biting and bigger-then-life way. The delicious sort, where it
feels naughty to laugh. But it can’t be helped. This also explains, his popularity amonge his peers and co-workers.
He was full of life and appreciation for the life he was given. You should’ve seen him speak and laugh….He was one of those few people, whom I savored long conversations. Whenever he left the room, it felt like he’d taken the laughter & joy with him. I always hated to see him leave.
His death has prompted me to start wrapping up loose ends with those I care about people, in this life. If I were to die tomorrow or if they were to die tomorrow, there’d need to be closure.
Life is so fragile and more importantly it is a great gift,
And a great responsibility & I’ve forgotten that, until I was reminded again today.
D. J. W., I didn’t have anything sentimental to say to you, whenever you left ( 2 go ) but remember how we made eye contact quite a bit? Maybe you’ll recall the long, calm and silent nods that we’d give each other, as we passed by? May Your Family be sheltered in this time of need. And may You stay sheltered on Your Journey. May You stay at Peace, where You are. You will not be forgotten.
Addition, 20090416.
This occured in Iraq. And his Chaplain at the time, was by his side when he passed. It’s been said, that D.J. Whitworth died with a smile on his face. I’m not surprised.
He always knew how to make a memorable and composed exit.
In Respectful Memory for Corporal Donte J. Whitworth. (June 20th, 1987 - February 28th, 2009)
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It’s been learned that someone I’ve known has passed away. The details are sketchy. But he died on
Friday.
This has prompted a chain reaction of thoughts. The first & most important thing that comes to mind, is
that of his family. How they are going to cope with the loss of one, whom they have invested so much into…
a bright future and opportunity lost.
But whatever amount of time he was here, he’s taught me valuable lessons. I’ve learned that there’s
goodness and beauty in loving yourself, because sometimes it is important to promote yourself if you have
something to share w/others. And the purest form of self-appreciation is performing to the best of your
ability, w/out fear or inhibitions. And to be heard, it is important to speak through a steady, clear and
honest voice. Because this voice represents your loved ones, your past, your future, your
ideals and dreams.
And I’ve also learned to laugh like a lunatic. He was genuinely funny & had a talent for
engrossing story-telling, in an ascerbic, biting and bigger-then-life way. The delicious sort, where it
feels naughty to laugh. But it can’t be helped.
He was full of life and appreciation for life. You should’ve seen him speak and laugh….
He was one of those, whom I savored long conversations. Whenever he left the room, it felt like he’d
taken the laughter & joy with him. I always hated to see him leave.
His death has prompted me to start wrapping up lose ends with ppl I’ve come into contact with in
life. If I were to die tomorrow or if they were to die tomorrow, there’d need to be closure.
Life is fragile and more importantly it is a gift,
And a responsibility & I’ve forgotten that, until I was reminded again today.
D. J. W., I didn’t have anything sentimental to say to you, whenever you left ( 2 go ) but remember how we made eye contact quite a bit? Maybe you’ll recall the long, calm and silent nods that we’d give each other, as we passed by? May Your Family be sheltered in this time of need. And may You stay sheltered on Your Journey. May You stay at Peace, where You are.
In Respectful Memory / D. J. W. (X)
Submitted by SRH.
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It’s been learned that someone whom I’ve held in high regard, has passed away. The details are sketchy.
But he died on Friday.
This has prompted a chain reaction of thoughts. The first & most important thing that comes to mind, is
that of his family. How they are going to cope with the loss of one, whom they have invested so much into…
a bright future and opportunity lost.
But whatever amount of time he was here, he’s taught me valuable lessons. I’ve learned that there’s
goodness and beauty in loving yourself, because sometimes it is important to promote yourself if you have
something to share w/others. And the purest form of self-appreciation is performing to the best of your
ability, w/out fear or inhibitions. And to be heard, it is important to speak through a steady, clear and
honest voice. Because this voice represents your loved ones, your past, your future, your
ideals and dreams.
And I’ve also learned to laugh like a lunatic. He was genuinely funny & had a talent for
engrossing story-telling, in an ascerbic, biting and bigger-then-life way. The delicious sort, where it
feels naughty to laugh. But it can’t be helped.
He was full of life and appreciation for life. You should’ve seen him speak and laugh….
He was one of those, whom I savored long conversations. Whenever he left the room, it felt like he’d
taken the laughter & joy with him. I always hated to see him leave.
His death has prompted me to start wrapping up lose ends with ppl I’ve come into contact with in
life. If I were to die tomorrow or if they were to die tomorrow, there’d need to be closure.
Life is fragile and more importantly it is a gift,
And a responsibility & I’ve forgotten that, until I was reminded again today.
D. J. W., I didn’t have anything sentimental to say to you, whenever you left ( 2 go ) but remember how we made eye contact quite a bit? Maybe you’ll recall the long, calm and silent nods that we’d give each other, as we passed by? May Your Family be sheltered in this time of need. And may You stay sheltered on Your Journey. May You stay at Peace, where You are.
In Respectful Memory / D. J. W. (X)
Submitted by SRH.
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It’s been learned that someone whom I’ve held in high regard, has passed away. The details are sketchy.
But he died on Friday.
This has prompted a chain reaction of thoughts. The first & most important thing that comes to mind, is
that of his family. How they are going to cope with the loss of one, whom they have invested so much into…
a bright future and opportunity lost.
But whatever amount of time he was here, he’s taught me valuable lessons. I’ve learned that there’s
goodness and beauty in loving yourself, because sometimes it is important to promote yourself if you have
something to share w/others. And the purest form of self-appreciation is performing to the best of your
ability, w/out fear or inhibitions. And to be heard, it is important to speak through a steady, clear and
honest voice. Because this voice represents your loved ones, your past, your future, your
ideals and dreams.
And I’ve also learned to laugh like a lunatic. He was genuinely funny & had a talent for
engrossing story-telling, in an ascerbic, biting and bigger-then-life way. The delicious sort, where it
feels naughty to laugh. But it can’t be helped.
He was full of life and appreciation for life. You should’ve seen him speak and laugh….
He was one of those, whom I savored long conversations. Whenever he left the room, it felt like he’d
taken the laughter & joy with him. I always hated to see him leave.
His death has prompted me to start wrapping up lose ends with ppl I’ve come into contact with in
life. If I were to die tomorrow or if they were to die tomorrow, there’d need to be closure.
Life is fragile and more importantly it is a gift,
And a responsibility & I’ve forgotten that, until I was reminded again today.
D. J. W., I didn’t have anything sentimental to say to you, whenever you left ( 2 go ) but remember how we made eye contact quite a bit? Maybe you’ll recall the long, calm and silent nods that we’d give each other, as we passed by? May Your Family be sheltered in this time of need. And may You stay sheltered on Your Journey. May You stay at Peace, where You are.
In Respectful Memory / Donte. J. Whitworth. (X)
Submitted by SRH. (X)
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It’s been learned that someone whom I’ve held in high regard, has passed away. The details are sketchy.
But he died on Friday.
This has prompted a chain reaction of thoughts. The first & most important thing that comes to mind, is
that of his family. How they are going to cope with the loss of one, whom they have invested so much into…
a bright future and opportunity lost.
But whatever amount of time he was here, he’s taught me valuable lessons. I’ve learned that there’s
goodness and beauty in loving yourself, because sometimes it is important to promote yourself if you have
something to share w/others. And the purest form of self-appreciation is performing to the best of your
ability, w/out fear or inhibitions. And to be heard, it is important to speak through a steady, clear and
honest voice. Because this voice represents your loved ones, your past, your future, your
ideals and dreams.
And I’ve also learned to laugh like a lunatic. He was genuinely funny & had a talent for
engrossing story-telling, in an ascerbic, biting and bigger-then-life way. The delicious sort, where it
feels naughty to laugh. But it can’t be helped.
He was full of life and appreciation for life. You should’ve seen him speak and laugh….
He was one of those, whom I savored long conversations. Whenever he left the room, it felt like he’d
taken the laughter & joy with him. I always hated to see him leave.
His death has prompted me to start wrapping up lose ends with ppl I’ve come into contact with in
life. If I were to die tomorrow or if they were to die tomorrow, there’d need to be closure.
Life is fragile and more importantly it is a gift,
And a responsibility & I’ve forgotten that, until I was reminded again today.
D. J. W., I didn’t have anything sentimental to say to you, whenever you left ( 2 go ) but remember how we made eye contact quite a bit? Maybe you’ll recall the long, calm and silent nods that we’d give each other, as we passed by? May Your Family be sheltered in this time of need. And may You stay sheltered on Your Journey. May You stay at Peace, where You are.
Addition, 20090416.
This occured in Iraq. And his Chaplain at the time, was by his side when he passed. It’s been said, that Whitworth died with a smile on his face. I’m not surprised, he always knew how to make a memorable and composed exit.
In Respectful Memory / Donte. J. Whitworth. (X)
Submitted by SRH. (X)
Srinh edited this post 6 months ago. Read the previous text »
In Respectful Memory….
It’s been learned that someone whom I’ve held in high regard, has passed away. The details are sketchy.
But he passed on Saturday, Feb 27th, 2009.
(The chain of events seemed to have began on Friday, Feb. 27th, 2009)
This has prompted a chain reaction of thoughts. The first & most important thing that comes to mind, is
that of his family. How they are going to cope with the loss of one, whom they have invested so much into…
a bright future and opportunity lost.
But whatever amount of time he was here, he’s taught me valuable lessons. I’ve learned that there’s
goodness and beauty in loving yourself, because sometimes it is important to promote yourself if you have
something to share w/others. And the purest form of self-appreciation is performing to the best of your
ability, w/out fear or inhibitions. And to be heard, it is important to speak through a steady, clear and
honest voice. Because this voice represents your loved ones, your past, your future, your
ideals and dreams.
And I’ve also learned to laugh like a lunatic. He was genuinely funny & had a talent for
engrossing story-telling, in an ascerbic, biting and bigger-then-life way. The delicious sort, where it
feels naughty to laugh. But it can’t be helped.
He was full of life and appreciation for life. You should’ve seen him speak and laugh….
He was one of those, whom I savored long conversations. Whenever he left the room, it felt like he’d
taken the laughter & joy with him. I always hated to see him leave.
His death has prompted me to start wrapping up lose ends with people I’ve come into contact with in
life. If I were to die tomorrow or if they were to die tomorrow, there’d need to be closure.
Life is fragile and more importantly it is a gift,
And a responsibility & I’ve forgotten that, until I was reminded again today.
D. J. W., I didn’t have anything sentimental to say to you, whenever you left ( 2 go ) but remember how we made eye contact quite a bit? Maybe you’ll recall the long, calm and silent nods that we’d give each other, as we passed by? May Your Family be sheltered in this time of need. And may You stay sheltered on Your Journey. May You stay at Peace, where You are.
Addition, 20090416.
This occured in Iraq. And his Chaplain at the time, was by his side when he passed. It’s been said, that Whitworth died with a smile on his face. I’m not surprised.
He always knew how to make a memorable and composed exit.
In Respectful Memory for Corporal Donte0 J. Whitworth. (June 20th, 1987 - February 28th, 2009)
Submitted by SRH. (March 2nd, 2009)
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In Respectful Memory of Donte J. Whitworth
It’s been learned today that someone whom I’ve held in high regard, has passed away. The details are
sketchy as of this time and I am mourning the loss of a very unique and extraordinary young man.
We had all gone in today, like any “normal Monday”. The boss, Staff Sergeant Eric Diaz
was there. He informed us, as we stood around him, that Corporal Donte J. Whitworth had passed away from
complications (from an accident in Iraq). Everyone in the group seemed shocked. Nobody said anything
verbally. But the looks on their faces said so much. Theirs’ was an expression of shock. I guess this is
the first emotion during the grieving process. Staff Sergeant Diaz’s voice, as he told us this, was shaking and he looked like he was ready to cry. After this announcement, he told us all, “PT is cancelled today, but keep him and his family in your thoughts. Report back at the regular time.”
I felt emotionally muted and numb. And as soon as I sat down in my room, the only thing I knew to do, was to try to shine some light on this event. It needed to be known, in Donte J. Whitworth’s memory. Because it seems that our loved ones, can continue to live, through collective memory.
This young man was a born leader. He was empathetic, intelligent and so full of life and light.
His passing has prompted a chain reaction of thoughts inside me. The first & most important thing that comes to mind, is that of his family. How they are going to cope with the loss of one, whom they have invested so much into…a bright future and opportunity lost. Or would lost be the right word? Maybe not. He’s given so much to everyone whom he’s known. And I am no exception to his influence.
In the amount of time he was here, he’s taught me valuable lessons. I’ve learned that there’s
goodness and beauty in loving yourself, because sometimes it is important to promote yourself if you have
something to share w/others. And the purest form of self-appreciation is performing to the best of your
ability, w/out fear or inhibitions. And to be heard, it is important to speak through a steady, clear and
honest voice. Because this voice represents your loved ones, your past, your future, your
ideals and dreams. And that these ideals and dreams can still live, even beyond your death.
And I’ve also learned to laugh like a lunatic. He was genuinely sooooo funny & had a talent for
engrossing story-telling, in an ascerbic, biting and bigger-then-life way. The delicious sort, where it
feels naughty to laugh. But it can’t be helped. Which explains, his popularity amonge his peers and co-workers.
He was full of life and appreciation for the life he was given. You should’ve seen him speak and laugh….He was one of those few people, whom I savored long conversations. Whenever he left the room, it felt like he’d taken the laughter & joy with him. I always hated to see him leave.
His death has prompted me to start wrapping up loose ends with those I care about people, in this life. If I were to die tomorrow or if they were to die tomorrow, there’d need to be closure.
Life is so fragile and more importantly it is a great gift,
And a great responsibility & I’ve forgotten that, until I was reminded again today.
D. J. W., I didn’t have anything sentimental to say to you, whenever you left ( 2 go ) but remember how we made eye contact quite a bit? Maybe you’ll recall the long, calm and silent nods that we’d give each other, as we passed by? May Your Family be sheltered in this time of need. And may You stay sheltered on Your Journey. May You stay at Peace, where You are. You will not be forgotten.
Addition, 20090416.
This occured in Iraq. And his Chaplain at the time, was by his side when he passed. It’s been said, that D.J. Whitworth died with a smile on his face. I’m not surprised.
He always knew how to make a memorable and composed exit.
In Respectful Memory for Corporal Donte0 J. Whitworth. (June 20th, 1987 - February 28th, 2009)
Submitted by SRH. (March 2nd, 2009)
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