Jonathan is remembered at St Augustine Cemetary, Brackney, PA

You are in my thoughts and prayers.

I know Jonathan's sister Kate (Mrs. Andrew Ring)I know that Jonathan loved God and God had a special assignment for him that day. I just found out his name from her and am going back to the Memorial in Palm Beach Gardens. There is a beam from the South tower and the names of the people we lost in the country that day are listed on glass panels. Thank you for his photograph and a place to give our tributes.

Jonathan and I worked together at Macys many years ago, and we had lost contact -- I last saw him sometime in 1995. On this, the 10th anniversary of the attack and his untimely death, I still remember our time together at Macy's with a smile on my face. 'Those spreadsheets? Should take 15 minutes to update.'

10 years ago today I lost my spiritual mentor and very dear friend, Jonathan Randall. When I was not traveling I would always get that call 'Don't forget Bible study tonight' and on the weeks I was traveling I would get an email encouraging me and letting me know how things were going for him. I still cannot bear to delete the email he sent me the day before offering me encouragement through my rough days. I miss him dearly but I know he's up there having great debates with God! Friends are the family we choose and Jonathan was my family.

I received Jonathan's name from my church. We all received a name of a victim of the terrorist attack on 9-11. I will be keeping Jonathan and his family in my prayers over the next few weeks leading up to the 10th Anniversary of 9-11.

God said “I am the Alpha and the Omega, who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.' God is the One, Osama is dust and to dust he has returned. Jonathan we love you.

'And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.' ~ Abraham Lincoln We miss you, Jonathan.

I've spent the morning in a quiet remembrance of our friend Jonathan. I still recall his voice, his characteristic softness of manner, his posture as we sat and smoked cigars together on Sunday afternoons. He had a sweater that made him look like Charley Brown, but I don't think I ever mentioned it. He was very easy to be around, quick to make friends, and as others have pointed out, a peacemaker. This morning, I really have no doubt that we will resume this friendship, that this separation isn't the final word. He and I both have grown to a place where we believe that; he now knows for certain what is still a hope for me.

Jonathan, We will never forget you. Kristina and Mark

Hey there Jonathan, I think about you often. I like that you met John U. through me. I'm glad you shared so many stories of your daughter with me. I miss watching you smoke your cigars and your warm laugh and the way you shook your head in disbelief when someone exhibited absolutely no common sense. LOL! Still love you and miss you! M

I think about you often Jonathan. I think about you walking around Swarthmore playing the mandolin, handkerchief dangling, with a ready smile. I think about how my three daughters would miss me if I passed away and I hope your daughter is doing well. It's nice to think that there might be an afterlife and that maybe you can read this and maybe we'll get a chance to chat again someday...

Hi Jonathan, Last week was your birthday. I just wanted you to know we didnt forget. We had apple pie in your honor (sorry, none of us could handle a cigar). I hope that you had a beautiful birthday in heaven with the rest of our friends. We miss you terribly down here. Please know that we talk about you all the time and that we remember you with love and admiration. Happy birthday, Love Michael

Hi Jonathan, it's me again. I was going through some of my software at home this weekendend and I came across that cartoon CD you lent me. Im glad that I have it because it is something that keeps me connected to you. I remember our lunches together. Day after day, the seven of us would get together, as a family, and reconnect. I admired the way you openly gave thanks to the Lord for your meal and I enjoyed the way you would push back from the table after you ate, with this look on your face of utter contentment. You were always the more silent one, taking it all in. But when you spoke you never wasted your words. And boy could you make me laugh! Whenever you would stop by my desk with your HUGE coffee mug you would sit down and we would talk and talk and talk. You brought out the deep, spiritual side of me. I guess because I knew you wouldn't judge me. You had a way of putting people at ease. I also admired how loving a father you were. There was no question that your daughter Katie was the center of your universe. You would proudly show off her artwork and talk about your outings to go horseback riding and your trip to Hawaii. You would tell us how proud of her you were. How she was growing up with a good head on her shoulders and that she was so smart. You had a lot to be proud of and it showed. I remember calling your house the day of 9/11 and leaving you a message, asking you to call me back. How I hoped you were just commuting or busy helping others. Sadly, I've yet to get that call back from you. I think about you all the time and the positive impact you had on my life. You were truly a great friend and a great person overall. The world is a sadder, darker place without you. But I know that that just means that heaven is a brighter place for having you back. Please pray for us. Your friend, Michael

Jonathan, It was your birthday this weekend (2/1) and I thought about you while our nation mourned the loss of the Columbia astronauts. My dear, dear, friend Jonathan, I have started to write this tribute buy my heart cannot bear to finish it right now. Just know that I love you, and I miss you and I am a better person for having had you in my life. Im sorry I never got to tell you that in person. I hope you will give me the chance when I see you in heaven. With all my love, Michael

My husband and I met Johnathan about 8 years ago, while attending church at Zion in Brooklyn. We soon became fast friends spending many Sunday afternoons sitting by the Brooklyn Promenade eating sandwiches and watching the world go by. Our lives parted when my husband and I moved to Hawaii, but we continued to keep in contact. He finally made it out to Hawaii to visit us with his daughter Katie last April. It was something he had dreamt about and was so excited he could actually make it come true. I am glad to have been able to be here to help him enjoy it. We have thought often of him during the past year and we still have a hard time believing he is gone. But he will always be remembered as a great friend, father and son. He has been and wll continue to be greatly missed. Iris & Mark Norseth