Obituary: Jesse Hill
Jesse Hill died at Renown Regional Medical Center, Reno Nevada on July 3, 2016.
Jesse was born on Feb. 19, 1977, in Sacramento, and moved to Truckee, California, at the age of 2 yrs and was a life-long Truckee resident.
Jesse graduated Truckee High in 1995, moving to Chico to attend Chico State, studying graphic arts. Jesse worked at First Impression Sign Company from 2002 until his death. Those who knew Jesse will always remember him for the kindness of his heart and soul, the generosity of his time and talent and his crazy sense of humor. Words do not do justice to describe the man who was taken from us.
Jesse is survived by his parents, Paul and Erica Covarelli; his brother John and sister-in-law Juliana; his Uncle Don and Aunt Tiffany; Uncle John and Aunt Yasmin; numerous cousins and his one true love, Sheri Goff.
We all want to thank our family, friends and co-workers for the amazing gifts of love and support while we learn to live without Jesse in our lives. Please honor Jesse’s life by living yours to the fullest, every day in every way.
This is a passage that Jesse posted on Facebook last year. Sadly, very fitting today:
“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in you tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that is always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.”
— Henry Scott Hollard (1847-1918) Professor of Divinity, University of Oxford