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Bryan A. Jensen
September 30, 1975 ~ February 5, 2006
My only son
Brother of  Brenda  Loberg, & Betty Brown .





On the night of February 4th, 2006, Bryan and a friend previously discussed Bryan moving in with and working on getting out of debt after his girlfriend had moved out of their home. Bryan and had plans to attend some function on February 5th. called Bryan the night before, and was concerned that Bryan was already getting intoxicated. made Bryan promise that he would be ok. 


That day according to resources we have, Bryan had started drinking at 10:30 am, he had made several calls attempting to get a hold of his estranged girlfriend. When she would not answer his calls, he left a final message "that if she didn't pick up the phone, he would be dead!" 



I dropped a tear in the ocean.
When you find it is when
I'll stop missing you.

The Next day, This friend was concerned about Bryan and continued without any response to try to call Bryan on his cell phone. At around 1:00 pm that day, without hearing from Bryan, He drove over to Bryan's home. When he pulled into the street, he saw several police cars, and medical vehicles. He immediately thought that Bryan's girlfriend had caused some trouble, and was trying to get Bryan in trouble. He assured the Police that Bryan wouldn't harm anyone, and that he would vouch for Bryan and take care of him. The total shock, grief and disbelief hit the friendhard when the officer had to inform Jason that Bryan was in fact deceased, after shooting himself in the head with a gun. 

He then learned that the girlfriend , who had also been attempting to get ahold of Bryan on the phone, drove over to the house. When she couldn't get in because Bryan had changed the locks after she moved out, she busted through a window to discover Bryan in his bedroom, with the gunshot wound to his head, and the bed covered in my precious son's blood. 


It was the friend, who then called my  daughter, Brenda , to inform her that her brother has past on.


Bryan,  with fellows from work. 
Bryan got along very well with other men, and they
miss him and are as shocked as the family is over his decision.
 
 



Bryan was born the third child to his parents Floyd & Lois in 1975. Shortly after his birth his parents separated. For a short time Bryan lived with his father who had remarried and had three step children in his home. Although, his father loved him, he was blinded by the treatment the step-children were giving Bryan.

During a visit to his sisters and I on the farm, Bryan was so distraught at the thought of returning home, fear from his father and the abuse the step children did to him, caused me to not return him home to his father. Custody was returned to me through a court order, and his father ceased to have contact with his son.

Bryan's life went through many changes, and he could be quite the little rascal when he desired to be. The sisters and I had the hardest time getting him out of bed in the mornings for school that we literally had to drag him out of bed across the floor into the bathroom! Such a comic he was, I think he just liked us to work so hard to get him active, I don't know why. He got along well with his sisters, and through-out his life, become very dependent on his oldest sister Brenda for moral support and guidance.

Bryan, in my opinion loved the farm to an extent, because he was valuable, he had the privilege of driving tractors and mowers and raking the hay. Although none of the three children ever enjoyed the chores in the barn involving milking the cows, they all took their turns in helping. Mostly they enjoyed feeding the young calves with their bottles.

As the sisters grew up and began to leave home, Bryan and I went on in our life with many many turmoils. At the age of 12, I moved Bryan and the girls to Tucson, Az. the girls already being at the ages of 17 & 16 were quite independent themselves.
It wasn't shortly after moving , that each of the girls ventured out on their own with their new boyfriends and Betty the younger of the two, married and had a child at the age of 16.



Bryan in Oregon. Bryan loved children, and was very gentle,


Through out the years following, Bryan and I relocated to Oregon, where we met Bryan's Step-Dad; Doug Kern. Doug and Bryan became buddies after a few years of knowing each other. Bryan often came to Doug with vehicle or financial problems. The two men often stood over Bryan's vehicle the Plymouth given to him by Doug and discussed all their business.




 

Betty never really had the opportunity to get to know her brother in adult life.  

Betty E. Brown
DOB:  4/21/71
Betty is my twin child, losing her twin sister
six hours after their birth. 



Many things have happened since Bryan has passed on, between family members.  Before Bryan passed in February, I had lost 2 of my older brothers,
Al in April of 2005,
Marlin in November of 2005.    The week I was in Oregon cleaning up Bryan's personal stuff in his house, I received another call from my brother Lyle, that his Twin brother Gordy had just been murdered I was living near Lyle in Minnesota to spend some time with him since we were apart for over 20 years, and Lyle was not in good health.  

Bryan's Uncle Al
Deceased 4/2005 lung cancer

Family at Marlins 60th Birthday 
Lois,Lyle, Gordy ,Mom,Marlin & Wife Mary


We appreciate everyone who stops by and pays their respect for Bryan, and helps us to remember him. 

Love, Mom
  & sisters 


                          



September 30, 2006 (Bryan's Earth Birthday)
our First birthday of Bryan's without him.
                                             







One of the few pictures from School Bryan allowed me to purchase!"









Love Is Stronger Than Death

Love is stronger than death.
So I must be content to know that
love is not affected by death--
it doesn't end, it doesn't diminish,
it doesn't change.
Instead, love is immortalized
and eternalized through death.
And the possibility of that love ever
being damaged or broken
is eliminated forever.
I'll put my trust in love.

- Mary Hollingsworth 
         


"Bryan Home from Hospital!"


       The Broken Chain

We little knew that morning that God was going to
call your name. In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
you did not go alone; for part of us
went with you the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories,
your love is still our guide,
and though we cannot see you, you
are always by our side.
Our family chain is broken and nothing seems
the same, but as God
calls us one by one, the chain will link again. 



MY WISH

If tears could build a stairway,
and memories were a lane,
I would walk right up to heaven 
to bring you home again 
           









 Whispers From heaven 

They say that life is fleeting
I know that this is true
I left this world so quickly
With no goodbye to you.

I know how much you miss me
Your tears fall ever light
The pillow where you lay your head
Is wet with them at night.

I know your heart is hurting
The words we left, unsaid
I love you’s, left unspoken
Are spinning in your head.

The strength that I have carried
That served to make you whole
Remains to make you stronger
Within your grieving soul.

For you see, while you were weeping
On the day I passed away
At the gravesite near the flowers
Where my loved ones knelt to pray.

An angel came to see me
She took me by the hand
She led me to a kingdom
In a very distant land.

As I look down from heaven
And see you standing there
Your heart so ever burdened
With more grief than it can bear.

I long to bring you comfort
I long to give you peace
I long to hold you closely
Cause all your tears to cease.

The joy I’ve found in heaven
Goes far beyond compare
The love that’s so elusive
Can be found here everywhere.

The light is softly shining
There’s no storm clouds here or rain
There’s no teardrops found in heaven
There’s no suffering, there’s no pain.

You needn’t be so troubled
Stay close to God and pray
That someday we’ll be together
One bright and glorious day.

So my love, you shouldn’t question
My dear you need not cry
I’ve gone to be with Jesus
I really didn’t die.

Author/Written By:
Marilyn Ferguson
©2004 

                                  
                                                   








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Tributes and Condolences
Happy Easter to Bryan and Family   / Myra Barton Andrei's Mom
"Jesus said to her, "I am the one who brings people back to life, and I am life itself. Those who believe in me will live even if they die. Everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe that?" (John 11:25) Lord, ...  Continue >>
Happy Valentine's Day   / Myra Mom To Edvin Andrei Ang
Have a Blessed Valentine's Day to mother and son, Lois and Bryan!
To Bryan   / Diane Mom Of Paul (friend from POS )
Bryan,
So good to know you, dear.  Your mom is lots of fun, I bet she was a joy to you and your sisters growing up.  Send her lots of angel kisses as she keeps you close in her heart.
I lost my son, too.  Have you met Paul?&n...  Continue >>
Let it snow   / Rosemary Sis Of ^j^ Alvin Cremeans
From our family to yours, wishing you all a safe and peaceful Christmas.The family of ^j^ Alvin Cremeans
Wishing your family a peaceful Thanksgiving   / Rosemary Sis Of ^j^ Alvin Cremeans
Thank you for all that your family does for our Angel.And for all the love and support you have given to our family in our times of sorrow. May your family have a peaceful Thanksgiving.Family of ^j^ Alvin Cremeans
Wow.... / Karen Mason (Friend)    Read >>
Longing / Lois Kern (Mom)    Read >>
Remembering Bryan on His 3rd Angel Date  / Estella Vega, Jacob Duran's Mom (friend of Lois, (POS) )    Read >>
WE ALL MISS YOU  / Melodee Baltz (Friend)    Read >>
Love is forever  / Shirley Terrell (someone who cares )    Read >>
Dear Lois  / Arline Stumpff, Marla's Mom (POS)    Read >>
July 4th  / Rosemary Sis Of Alvin Cremeans     Read >>
A Memorial Day Tribute  / Rosemary Sis Of Alvin Cremeans     Read >>
A pain we share  / Ladonna Deer (Lois' POS Sister )    Read >>
Happy Easter  / Rosemary Sis Of ^j^ Alvin Cremeans     Read >>
More tributes and condolences...
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His legacy
Bryan's Life  
Bryan was born three weeks over due, just the day before his father Floyd Jensen was going on a two week hunting trip to Canada.  Bryan was the last child born after two sisters, >>> and Betty.  Therefore, he was also, five years apart from them.  

Before Bryan was a year old, Floyd and I separated, with my having custody of the three children.  Working everyday as a secretary for a Manufacturing Company, I had to tote the three little ones off to a day care provider each morning.  

Bryan was a happy toddler, learning to walk at only nine months. 
Bryan never had a real illness or injuries during his childhood, like a lot of boys who either busted legs or arms.  We almost busted his arms and legs trying to pull him out of bed to get up for school because he was so stubborn.  Often times me and the girls dragged him across the floor trying to get him to wake up.  He would always, get up and run right back into the bed.  Bryan become alot more out going once we moved to a farm and begin helping with farm chores.  Although he and the girls both hated anything to do with the milking of cows, but all loved feeding the baby calves.  Bryan's biggest joy was driving Grammpas' Ford tractor and helping with the raking and haying season.  Of course, like the girls, they screamed bloody murder when it was time to help pick the rocks in the field to get ready for planting time.  

Bryan was very intelligent in his younger years, or perhaps all his life, but he applied himself more in his young adolescent life than in his early adult life.  Being five years younger then his sister he still helped her with her math most the times.  As Bryan aged, though I noticed that his writing skills and interest had fallen short of success.  I contribute alot of that to his life being in a shambles from My constant relocating for one reason or another.  However, Bryan applied himself wholeheartedly to his jobs, working first as I recall at Burger King. How I hated the smell when he came home of the grease!"  Then he started working for Freightliner until they laid him off. In his last years he was working as a welder for the Boilermakers union.  He traveled all over the US for different jobs.  Because of that , Bryan had purchased two old used travel trailers which he could pull with him for use as housing.  

Bryan would come to visit Doug and I, while we lived here in Oregon, but usually he needed a special invite, like for dinner.  Then quietly he would sit and watch a little Tv with Doug, and leave.  Doug and him often times talked about the job, or cars.  Getting any other information out of Bryan was like pulling teeth without novicane.  Sometimes he would bring his girlfriend over with him, which ever one he was seeing at  the time.  

When Doug and I moved to Minnesota to prepare for retiring in Costa Rica, I hadn't seen Bryan for about a year or more.  When I was informed by his sister  that Bryan was dating Angela, a women who had four children from previous relationship(s) I was worried. 

Bryan always wanted to be a parent, and needed love more than anything.  I certainly didn't want him to settle for a women with four children for his first real relationship.  The first bad sign was when Angela forbide Bryan to have any further contact with his  closest friend. Then six months into the relationship, she demanded that Bryan purchase a home for her children and her.  Although, he asked her to give it more time, he needlessly gave in to her request, and went into deep financial debt trying to keep her happy. The applicances in the house weren't good enough and of course she had to have brand new everything.  

I do not know the real problems that occured between Angela and Bryan, only that when income taxes came in , I was told she moved out and left Bryan holding all the debts.  He spent hours sharing his concern with his buddy, together they came up with a solution that Bryan could let  him help with the finances while Bryan continued to work, and stay with him.  

I do know that even friendsfather, loaned Bryan $10,000 for new windows in the home he had purchased.  This loan was just days before Bryan decided he couldn't live with us anymore. Fortunately, the father was able to get his money back before the check was cashed.  

Bryan had many good friends not only from the company he worked for, but also through his contacts with Jason.  I know that before Bryan became in volved with Angela, Jason and him often went to bars and would shoot pool.  I think most of Bryans social life ended when Angela came into his life and begin running it for him.  It saddens me that one time even she had to remove his guns from the house because of fear that he would kill himself.  Strange that when he was desperately trying to reach her on February 4th that she couldn't return his messages or phone calls. Nor could she go check on him from the time he started calling her in the early afternoon until 1:00 p.m. then next day when she couldn't get an answer on his phone.  

Well she found out why, as she bust into her home she shared with Bryan but found locks had been changed.  I do believe Bryan had just the person he wanted to  find him.  My son, our brother laid in his brand new bed purchased for her, with his blood covering his sheets, soaked to the box spring, from a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head.  

I'm glad in alot of ways I didn't have to see my son there, but at this point I don't think it would make the grief any harder either way.  I still see my son's white face and body lying on the funeral homes table for viewing.  My baby was gone, forever taken from me and his sisters. 

I will never understand his pain that could be so heavy that he couldn't have friends and family help him through this.  Somedays I still can't accept that he is gone. 




 
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