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Trent Jonah (T.J.) Bolesky was a silly goofball, classic prankster, and overall happy kid. From the moment of his birth until the tragic accident that took his life at age sixteen, he lived life with passion and gusto. No one knew T.J. better than his best friend and father. As he shares the true heartwarming story of his sons journey through life, his father provides a glimpse into T.J.s lively spirit as he chronicles his antics that included teaching himself to growl like the little lion cub in the movie, The Lion King, at just six months, allegedly riding a notorious outlaw rooster like a horse, puffing cigars with his Uncle Andy, and barraging his family with mischievous pranks as a teenager. While commemorating T.J.s short yet joyous life with entertaining anecdotes and insight into his sons earth-shattering premonition, his father illustrates that his son, who shined a bright light until the day he died, was truly one of Gods angels and a kings lion bound for home.In this true story, a father celebrates the life of his son through joyous and poignant remembrances that serve as a gentle reminder to never take life for granted and always have faith in Gods plan.

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Publié par	Inspiring Voices
Date de parution	08 octobre 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781462410569
Langue	English

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The King’s Lion … Bound for Home!
A True Story of the Life of TRENT JONAH (T.J.) BOLESKY
TRENT BOLESKY

Copyright © 2014 Trent Bolesky.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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ISBN: 978-1-4624-1055-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4624-1056-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014917201

Inspiring Voices rev. date: 10/8/2014
Contents
Prelude
Chapter 1 T.J.’s Birth – His First Prank?
Chapter 2 Baby Steps Around The House
Chapter 3 A Strange Ggggrrowling Noise!
Chapter 4 Uncle Andy To The Rescue
Chapter 5 The Incredible Journey
Chapter 6 Life On The Farm Is Never Laid Back
Chapter 7 Chicken Poop For Your Soup
Chapter 8 “Salvation Station, All Aboard!”
Chapter 9 You Say Tomato, I Say… Eeeyew
Chapter 10 Carrie Grows A Flower Garden?
Chapter 11 The Lions In The Life Of T. J.
Chapter 12 Swimming With The Dolphins
Chapter 13 Sandusky Summers At The Lake House
Chapter 14 A Friend Like … Ben
Chapter 15 T.j. Rocked His World
Chapter 16 Who Would Guess, He Would Dress, As A Lioness?
Chapter 17 T. J.’S Life Mission Begins
Chapter 18 T. J. The Master Prankster In… The Day We Took The Browns To The Super Bowl!
Chapter 19 Oldie Car Shows And The Red Camaro
Chapter 20 Survivorman Weekend
Chapter 21 “Daddy… I Wanna Play Basketball!”
Chapter 22 His First Love, His Last Love - Lydia
Chapter 23 We Hug, We Cry, And We Say Good-Bye
Chapter 24 There Are Angels Among Us!
T.J. … A Silly Rhyme, About His Time
PRELUDE
This is a book written in honor of my beloved son T. J., who lived an amazing life, and then died in a car accident at the tender age of only sixteen years old. Whether or not anyone ever reads this animated account of his earthly life’s journey is totally inconsequential. Working on this book about my little boy, has been a wonderful source of personal healing and spiritual therapy for me. It helps bring me peace, when I am able to freely write and finally release some of the bottled up emotions of a devastated father who has experienced that worst of any parent’s nightmares. And yet, simultaneously I would state as well, such a grateful daddy and a child of a kind and gentle God. I have been tremendously privileged to have witnessed the greatest of all of the charmed blessings from above in the vast wonderment and awe-inspiring miracle of having a son.
I will openly and honestly admit that I am a silly-hearted goofball in the smiling, contented core of my festive being. You will easily see the random playfulness that emanates from that happy, jolly heart which cheerily flutters and beats to a positive and upbeat tune within my chest and scattered throughout this book of reflections. I playfully write while remembering my son, and then portraying my greatest warm memories of the valued times that I spent skipping and frolicking with my precious little baby boy, who somehow miraculously through his brief years here on earth grew into a stellar young man.
At times you will notice that I love to play on words, string a series of words together that begin with the same consonants, or rhyme for no reason. I apologize if this is not your style; it is meant primarily for my own odd, twisted entertainment. As my wife regularly tells me, “You are your own best entertainment; you do not need anyone else, because you make yourself laugh more than anyone else ever could!”
I hope to make you laugh along with me, but I will probably also make you cry at times as well, but that is okay, believe me, I still cry many heart-warming trickling teardrops of infinite joy in T. J.’s honor, and in his memory, and I do this very often. If you have experienced the overwhelming, personal challenge and the life-altering misfortune of losing a child, then God bless you.
I truly mean that sincerely … God bless you!
If you choose to read this story of my son, you will no doubt see the vivid, priceless memories that I posses like a solid-gold scrapbook in my mind. I hope that this also causes you to bring back the warm genuine thoughts of your loved ones lost. Bid a welcoming good morning to those echoing yesteryears which wind past us so quickly. So, pull out those faded photographs, and swipe the dust off of your old home movies, and remember the lives captured by them, and the times of those who are recalled within them. Scroll back in your thoughts and relive those sharp, magic moments that you spent with lost friends and loved ones, and in so doing honor the beautiful life that they once lived and the irreplaceable person that they were. Take some quiet, private times to reexamine the fingerprints and the gentle touch of the soft hands, or the footprint impressions that they left when they masterfully marked this world with their physical presence.
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but personally, I say that these precious pictures which captured and now hold the magnetic images of those who once walked among us on this earth and then as well have documented a passing moment in time for us to celebrate the legacies of our loved ones who once lived with us, are worth a thousand emot ions.
Love, joy, sadness, regrets, laughter and tears all wondrously combining to celebrate a priceless soul which has passed onto heavenly glory.
The first precious memories I have of my son T. J. are all about spending daddy and boy times together with him in the early mornings. He was, even from his birth, the early to bed and early to rise kid, and a true morning person. He would wake up at the crack of dawn, grinning and smiling with his chipper little eyes dancing at the beauty and wonder of each new day. My wife would dutifully take the midnight shifts with him when he would occasionally awaken, and she was never truly a morning person anyways, so this schedule worked out well for the both of us.
The big blockbuster Disney flick that was in theaters and on video at that time when T. J. was a newborn was The Lion King. And so, from those early days with T.J. who was either planted on my lap, or snuggled into my shoulder or chest, we would watch this same movie sprawled out together on the living room couch each and every morning. We did this over and over again, until I could nearly quote each and every line.
Even from his birth if I dare attempted skipping over a morning, or simply tried to pick out another movie to watch in its place, he would get cranky and upset. Although he could not speak actual words, I believe that he was non-verbally communicating. He was telling me that he absolutely would not settle down for the familiar routine of the new day until he had repeated viewing that same movie with me each morning. As he got a little bit older, maybe around a year or so, he had a huge passion for animals. He especially loved dogs and more precisely Golden Retrievers and, therefore, I finally convinced him to expand our limited repertoire of morning entertainment to two movies, and we also began to watch another movie called Homeward B ound.
You may have noticed that the title of this book that I am now writing in T. J.’s honor is a slight variation and unique combination of these two early lifetime events. Ones that we repeated together at the crest of each burning sunrise and at the dawn of each new day, The King’s Lion … Bound for Home!
If I can brag on my only son for just one moment, then I would say that he truly was a servant of the Lord whom he loved, and the King that he steadfastly served. He lived fearlessly with the ferocious heart of a valiant Lion! Who would have known, but for God Himself, that T. J. would be Bound for Home at the tender young age of only sixteen years old.
You will see the many glowing references to these two awesome movies throughout this book. Sometimes overtly, and at other times subtly weaved into the fabric of his story. So, if you have not watched either of them in a while, I would recommend that you may first want to pull them out, and then dust them off, and give them a fresh showing. They are incredibly special movies to me and bring forth a spilling of overflowing emotions. I hope that you once again enjoy them as I know I will. And then hopefully you will as well appreciate this predominantly lighthearted, humorous reflection upon my only son, the life that he lived, and the invaluable times that we spent bonding together.
Some genuine bonds are permanent and they are never broken, not even by death, and I often feel that T. J. is still close to me. Watching, smiling down, cheering for me, and if it’s possible, still throwing the occasional unanticipated prank my way.
So celebrate his brief and brightly animated life with me if you will … T. J. Bolesky … The King’s Lion not only Bound for Home, but currently e