Jessie Alan Cline

April 8, 1979-Oct. 19, 2008

Jessie Alan Cline, 29, of Hermiston died Oct. 19, 2008, as the result of an automobile accident near Pendleton.

Viewing will be at 9 a.m. Thursday, Oct. 23, 2008, with his funeral to follow at 10 a.m. at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Hermiston Stake Center, 850 S.W. 11th St. Burial will follow at the Hermiston Cemetery.

Mr. Cline was born April 8, 1979, in Salt Lake City to Alan and Candace Thompsen Cline. He was raised and attended school in Salt Lake City, graduating from West Jordan High School in 1998. He then served on a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, first in Pittsburgh and then in Spokane. He moved to Hermiston in 2003 before moving to Riverton, Utah. He returned in 2007 to Hermiston, where lived since.

He was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints, where he had been active with missionary and temple work. He enjoyed bowling, cartoons, video games and genealogy.

Survivors include his parents, Alan and Candy Cline of Hermiston; a brother, Michael Cline his wife, Megan, of Hermiston; a sister, Sabrina Cline of Sandy, Utah; a niece, Anessa Cline; grandparents, Fergus and Dolores Thompsen of Riverton, Utah; grandfather, Richard "Pat" Cline of Kearns, Utah; several aunts, uncles and cousins.

He was preceded in death by his grandmother, Peggy Cline.

Here is an article relating to my beloved brothers death.
http://www.oregonlive.com/news/index.ssf/2008/10/car_crash_near_pendleton_kills.html

For the funeral my uncle wrote something that fit Jessie quite well.

I was born April 8th, 1979. I was the cutest of the (3) children born to my parents. Some say I was simple, not complicated, I just accepted things as they should be. I always believed in the Gospel, my Father in Heaven and my Savior.
My parents are the finest the Lord could find; my brother and sister are truly my best friends. I love them dearly, they are everything to me. From them I have learned everything I need in this life. They have been my strength, my home and most of all my refuge.
At times, life has been hard for me. I've had struggles that were more than I could bear. When life seemed the darkest, I remember reaching out with my hand to the heavens and asking my Father in Heaven for strength, for answers, for comfort. I never doubted, it must have been part of that simple minded attitude everyone said I had. I knew He would answer, I knew it without doubt or fear. I was a child and He was my Savior. I knew He would hear me, I knew He would answer, He always did.
On October 19th about 12:19am, during my darkest moment of this life, I put all that my parents had taught me to the test. I stretched forth my hand to the heavens and simply said 'Father'. Immediately I felt is grip, His warmth and His gentle pull. I knew He would be there, I never doubted. My parents always told me He would be.
If I could share anything with those I love, it would be: You were right, He has always been at my side and when life was at its darkest, I felt his touch, His warmth and His gentle embrace.
Mom - Dad..... I am home.


Never in my life had I thought of just how much I would miss Jessie. I never even imagined him gone. I always thought he was going to be there everyday of my life. I thought he was going to be the best uncle in the world to any kids I would have in the future (assuming I ever get married). He was to be one of my best friends everyday, one I could turn to in times of trial with a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. The shoulder is gone now....but somehow I feel that the listening ear is still there and the comfort he gives will always be there for me. He was a wonderful example to all and I can only hope to have the amount of faith he had in the Lord and the unconditional love he exhibited to all.