Today I am a widow. I was not his wife in the biblical sense, he had a Mrs Jones. I am a widow in the fact that one day I KNEW he would belong to me. It mattered not if he was toothless, drooling, wheelchair bound and wearing a diaper. I wanted to be his Buddy Rogers with him as my Mary Pickford. I loved him. Actually, to say I loved him would be an understatement.
There are no words to express the level of grief and heaviness on my heart. For most of my life, Davy has been my constant. His voice has been the soundtrack to my life, his laughter…..salve to my soul. Whenever things would be dark in my life, he was a beacon of light. Just one smile of his would make me feel closer to fine. Davy was the yardstick in which I measured all men I came in contact with over the years. No one ever came close.
I was privileged to meet him and see him in concert as a solo artist and with The Monkees many times over the years. The last performance I attended was June 25th in Cincinnati, Ohio, and it was phenomenal. As always.
The world at large is mourning the loss of Davy Jones the Celebrity. I, along with his family, am mourning Davy Jones the MAN. The kind man who would go out of his way to help a neighbor or friend. The loving father and grandfather who made sure his family knew they were loved. The gentle man who wasn’t afraid to show his emotions.
My deepest condolences to Lynda, Beryl, Hazel, Talia, Sarah, Jessica, Annabel and the rest of his extended family. And also to you, the other Mrs. Jones.
LOVE STILL ABIDES
HE HAS GONE BEYOND THE RANGE OF SIGHT
INTO THE GLORY OF THE MORNING LIGHT
OUT OF THE REACH OF SORROW AND DESPAIR
SAFE IN THE SHELTER OF OUR FATHER’S CARE
WEEP NOT FOR HIM, SAY NOT HE IS DEAD
FOR HE HAS GONE ON A FEW STEPS AHEAD
FAITH LOOKS BEYOND THIS TIME OF GRIEF AND PAIN
LOVE STILL ABIDES AND WE SHALL MEET AGAIN.

30 December 1945 – 29 February 2012