We Miss Jaden

Jaden's Obituary

Jaden M. Fournier

Life Dates:	*February 16, 2003 - June 15, 2006*

Survived by:	Survived by his parents, Jessica & Shane Fournier; brother Tyler Fournier; maternal grandmother Janis Edmunds; paternal grandmother Sheila Fournier; aunts, Chelsea Fournier, Rae-Lyn Barnes; uncle Casey Fields; many great-grandparents, great-aunts, great-uncles and cousins.

City of birth:	Rochester, NY

History:	Jaden could best be described as a happy child, he always smiled. He would especially light up whenever Shane or Jessica walked into the room. Jaden loved to give and receive hugs and squeezes from those whom he loved and trusted. Jaden like most boys enjoyed running, jumping, swinging, being tickled and playing. He enjoyed watching Sesame Street, his favorite characters were Elmo & Cookie Monster. He also enjoyed music and songs.

Donations:	In lieu of flowers donations may be sent to Autism Speaks, 2 Park Avenue, 11th Floor, New York, NY 10016 in Jaden’s memory.

Services:	BARTOLOMEO & PEROTTO Funeral Home, Inc., 1411 Vintage Lane (Between 390 & Long Pond Rd.) where Jaden’s visitation will be Monday, June 19th, 2-4 & 7-9. Jaden`s Funeral Service will be Tuesday 11 AM at the Funeral Home. Jaden`s burial in Pinegrove Cemetery in Massena, NY will be held at the convenience of the family.

Article from Democrat & Chronicle

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A Henrietta family is mourning the loss of 3-year-old Jaden Fournier who his family says smiled with his whole face and liked to get big hugs and squeezes.

3-year-old in fatal pool accident identified

Victoria E. Freile and Marketta Gregory
Staff writers

(June 16, 2006) — A Henrietta family is mourning the loss of a 3-year-old boy who smiled with his whole face and liked to get big hugs and squeezes.

Jaden Fournier died yesterday evening after falling into an above-ground swimming pool at his home on Green Clover Drive.

The pool was connected to the back of the house by a wooden deck, said Cpl. John Helfer, spokesman for the Monroe County Sheriff's Department.

"It appears that the young boy walked off the deck into the pool," he said, adding that deputies are reviewing the incident.

Jaden's mother, Jessica Fournier, couldn't yet talk about the accident but she did tell about her son's love of Elmo and of toys that made sounds and had flashing lights.

Jaden was autistic and couldn't speak, she said, and he had in-home therapy every day.

Still, Jaden and his 5-year-old brother found ways to stay close.

"We always told Tyler that Jaden had special words," Fournier said, "so Tyler would imagine what Jaden was saying. When Tyler said 'Good morning' he would imagine that Jaden said 'Good morning' back."

"They loved each other and Tyler misses Jaden now."

Sentiments from Jaden's Therapists
- As read at the service -

Jaden Fournier
Written by Jaden's second family, his group of therapists from Stepping Stones who were at our house day in and day out.

If you don't already know, we are the therapists that worked with Jaden. In the year that we knew Jaden he taught us so much more than we could have ever taught him. He touched the lives of everyone he knew and left us with a bag full of memories.

Jaden taught us that love could be shown through a hug, giggle of touch of the hand. We knew he loved us and he knew he was loved.

Jaden taught us how to express without words and how powerful a facial expression really could be.

If you wanted to find a needle in a haystack Jaden was your guy. He was guaranteed to find the one yellow object in clinic and find it again when he dropped it into the ball pit.

And we guarantee each and every toy in this room has been taste tested by our own Super Jaden.

We all have our memories of Jaden and that will remain with all of us.

We remember when Jaden attempted to try something besides his Wavy Lay potato chips. He immediately spit it out as if it were turpentine and was convinced we were trying to poison him.

We remember Jaden language and how each had it's own meaning. "Mewawa" on any given day could mean: "back up", "pick me up", "let me out", "give me my Wavy Lay potato chips", "I'm not drinking from that cup", or "I want mom".

See these guns...we owe these to Jaden for endless sessions of bouncing, swinging, tossing, and Super Jadens.

But most of all we remember Jaden and the love he showed us and his family. No one could meet Jaden and not be drawn to those baby blues. If you were lucky enough to be part of the Jaden club and gain his trust, you would become a member for life. He overflowed with curiosity and endless determination. He brought us all into his world and we are better for it. Jaden was genuine, sweet, happy and always a good time.

We leave you with these words: "Death is not an ending, but a symbol of movement along the path upon which we are all traveling. As it may be painful to lose contact with the physical aspect of one we love the spirit can never be lost. We have been and always will be a part of each other." -- John Denver

Songs Played at the Service

Held
by Natalie Grant

Two months is too little. They let him go. They had no sudden healing. To think that providence would Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.

Who told us we’d be rescued? What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We’re asking why this happens To us who have died to live? It’s unfair.

This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we’d be held.

This hand is bitterness. We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we’d be held.

If hope is born of suffering. If this is only the beginning. Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we’d be held. This is what it is to be held
And to know, that the promise was when everything fell, we'd be held