In Honor and Remembrance of Sgt. Jonathan Richardson (Bald Knob, Arkansas)

24/12/2025

Today, Christmas Eve 2025, Jonathan would have been 40 years old.

04/07/2023

02/06/2021

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02/06/2021

Please remember our family in your prayers once again. Jonathan’s sister in law, Amber Dunigan, lost her life due to a violent crime.

08/01/2021

Thanks to a friend for showing me the monthly Til Valhalla Project Newsletter. Jonathan made it in there!! I know it says he's from Alaska but we all know where he's from. I'm just glad his story is being told! ⛩🇺🇲❤

24/09/2020

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25/05/2020

A newly widowed 24 yr old drives on post for a meeting just days after she received the knock at the door from 2 men in uniform. She has to locate the Mortuary Affairs Office. She's never been and she never wanted to go there at all anyway. She finds the building, walks in and a tall gentleman meets her. He introduces himself to her and her family, but she can't really understand what he's saying because her brain is not even functioning properly at the time. The man takes them to a room with a large wooden table. There they sit. She has her parents with her, her older brother, and the best CAO in the army.

The man starts giving her all these papers to sign. She has no idea what any of them are for. He starts going over them all. He explains the first set of papers and her eyes fill with tears again. That set of papers basically asks, "What should we do with any body parts we may find?" That was too much. It hurt her heart to even have to answer these kinds of questions. More papers kept coming. "What kind of casket do you want for him? Where do you want his funeral to be? Where do you want to bury him?" So many hard questions that she never thought she'd have to answer. Her Hero thought it was "bad juju" to make any kind of funeral arrangements before a deployment so they never had this discussion. She did everything she could to try and make the decisions she thought he'd want. She just wanted to make him proud and honor him the right way.

This is my story. My memories of the worst event in my life. Did I do enough for him? Did I make him proud? Did I do what he'd want? I'd like to think so. I still owe him though. I owe it to him to share his story. To say his name. Not just on Memorial Day, but all the time. To keep his memory alive. So please, I ask that you take a minute today to thank Sgt. Jonathan Richardson, who gave his life for our country. Say his name. Never forget it.

21/05/2020

I married the love of my life 13 years ago today. I'd give anything to have him here with me.

Happy Anniversary to my Guardian Angel ❤❤

10/03/2020

This day will never be easy for me. He's been gone 10 years today. I miss everything about him, even the things that used to drive me crazy. He would throw his dirty uniforms and pt clothes right next to the hamper instead of in it. He would play xbox for several hours at a time. But I miss those things now. He would bring me breakfast in bed when he got home from pt. He would buy me the smallest thing if he even thought it would make me smile. He never made me second guess how much he loved me. He left for Afghanistan January 30th, 2010. March 9th came. All I got was 4 tough boxes of his personal effects from Afghanistan, a folded flag, a gold star lapel, his dog tags, and his wedding band. You can even see where his wedding band was hit with shrapnel. It's just another reminder of what I lost that day. My heart hurts everyday from losing him, but it hurts even more today.

28/09/2019

I made the front page of Main Street Clarksville! Telling Jonathan's story was difficult, but it felt good to say his name and know that people will learn of his sacrifice. ❤🇺🇸

05/05/2019

09/03/2019

Nine years. NINE. How has it been nine years? Some days it feels like it's only been nine minutes since I heard that knock on the door. Since I fell to my knees when I heard those awful words, "We regret to inform you.." Other days it feels like it's been 90 years. I guess that's how grief works though. It can make the heartache feel so recent yet, so long and drawn out, as if a lifetime goes by without you even noticing.

You never know how strong you are until the moment you actually have to find out. March 9, 2010 and the following weeks, my brain was on auto-pilot, while my heart was breaking into pieces. I don't know how I'm able to remember every little detail the way I do. It seems like every March 9th, I relive those memories and those emotions. All I'm able to think about is Jonathan and how much I miss him. This day will never be easy.

I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with you. But you spent the rest of your life with me. I know that "life goes on" and people move forward, but I will carry you with me always. Even when I'm old and gray, I'll remember you. I'll keep you in my heart. I'll smile at the love we shared and the memories we made. I made you a promise the day of your funeral--that I'd make sure no one forgot you. I'll keep that promise. Forever and always.