Charlie E. Jones, III

Charlie Enricky Jones (CJ), III

CJ Jones was the tragic victim of a Hit and Run accident on Saturday, January 24, 2009.  This site is dedicated to finding the party responsible for this horrific crime. 

 

Cobb police issued a partial description of a car that hit Charlie Enricky Jones and drove away, leaving him to die. Based on the numbers inscribed on a mirror found at the accident scene, the car was Infinity 130 or 135 made between 2000 and 2004. The color of the car is unknown. CJ, 23, was hit a second time by Nenesack Chanthaboury of Marietta. Chanthaboury was driving a Toyota Tundra and pulling a boat.  Both accidents occurred near the intersection of Piedmont Road and Rio Montana Drive in Marietta at about 4:55am Saturday, January 24, 2009.  CJ was airlifted to Atlanta Medical, where he later died.

Please notify the police or the family if you have any information on this accident.  Contact Cobb County Police at  770-499-3900 and the victim's family at 404-964-1223.

 

The family will present a reward to the person who has any information leading to the arrest and conviction of the hit and run driver.

 If you would like to donate to the Charlie E Jones III Memorial Fund please click on the "Make a Donation" button on the left.

January 24, 2017

I'm writing to you on the 8th anniversary of your death and the pain is as deep today as it was 8 years ago.  The longing to hear your voice (and yet I still can't look at a video where you are speaking)... the hurt to my heart -- my center core -- it is still an ache so strong I cannot describe it.

I write to you every year CJ because this is the only time I really allow myself to truly think through what your death means to me and truly allow the hurt to come through.  At all other times, I will not let myself go deep into the pain.  I will think of you, as I always do, but when the pain becomes so vivid and the tears begin to flow, I will myself to stop.  I am afraid to let myself feel the deep pain.  But... once a year, I let it in fully.

I do believe you are in a better place, and I am thankful to God for that.  I am thankful that I had you for 23 years and was able to experience your goodness, your intelligence, your talent, your mischievous spirit and your love.  I loved always seeing you and your brother together, laughing and confiding in one another.  As your aunt Janice said, you were like salt and pepper. You had your arguments but you loved each other so much and your loyalty to one another was unparalleled.  Cory misses you deeply!  I know you are proud of him and all that he is accomplished with his life.

My heart is filled with sorrow at how quickly you were taken from us, and the way that you died.  I dreamed about you last week and I could see you walking that road.  As I write these words my throat hurts from the pain of wanting to cry out as I did as I dream that night. I wish you had called on family members that night, but I guess in your mind you thought that all was ok and you would go home, go to bed, and rise with a new day. But... you didn't.

You are now with God, and with the angels and Saints, in a place more beautiful than we can describe.  For that I am thankful.  And...that is what helps me to get through the pain of losing you and not having you here on earth with me.  I love you CJ!!

Always,

Mom 

January 23, 2015

Dearest CJ,

I can't believe it has been 6 years since you've been gone.  I miss you, so,so much.  

It's my birthday - almost at an end.  I feel like it's a never ending cycle, the pain of losing you is always with me, but it just bubbles up to the surface more on certain occasions.  Your birthday, my birthday (the last time I spoke to you and the day before your death) and the anniversary of your death.

I miss you every day.  At certain times, many times without any forewarning "something" will trigger a particular thought of you and my tears will begin to fall.  Sometimes, I have to force myself to try to not let the memories of you in my mind, because it just seems too painful.  And yet, there are other times that I can talk about you, think about you and even laugh or smile when I remember some of the wonderful times we had together.

The problem is, it wasn't long enough!  You left this world way too early.  You had so much to give, and I had so much more I wanted to give to you.

On your birthday in August you would be 30.  I can't believe it.  I wonder if you would be married, have children, have your own company.  My hear hurts that I can't have that relationship with you as a more adult son.

I try so very hard to focus on my faith, believing that you are in a better place.  I with God and our many family members who loved you so much, especially my mother and father.  But, it is still so very hard and my pain is so deep.

I try to think of you at peace and in a beautiful place, looking and watching over us.  I ask you to please watch over your brother who I know misses you so very much.

I know that my pain will never go away.  And so, the cycle will always continue I guess...

Love Always,

Your Mom 

January 24, 2014

My Dear CJ,

I really don't know where to start.  It's my birthday today.  I struggled with what I would do to "celebrate" my special day.  You know me...I always say that birthdays are special days and should be celebrated.  And yet since your death, which happened the early morning after my birthday four years ago today...it is hard for me to "celebrate."  I decided I would go out to dinner tonight.  The restaurant I chose, was the same one that I went to four years ago...and as we were driving to the restaurant, I thought about that.  As tears began to well in my eyes as I thought about what happened to you the early morning of the 24th, I tried to bring myself back...and think of our happy phone call on the 23rd four years ago when the first words you said to me on the phone were:  " Happy Birthday Mom"  and the last words were... "I love you mom."  I try so much to think of the happy times we shared, but I have to say that the pain of not having you with me makes that so, so difficult.

I still can begin to cry at any time as I think about you and I miss you so, so , deeply.  It's strange to me, because so many times I want to hear your voice, but I still can't bear to look at videos and films that I have where I know I could hear your voice.  It's still too painful!

What gives me some peace is believing that you are with God and that you are in a better place.  I love you so much and I miss you.  It is a deep, deep ache in my heart and my soul!  I will never be the same. 

I try to think of you in Heaven.  I pray that you are at peace CJ and that you are with our other family members who loved you so much...especially my mommy and daddy.  I imagine you looking down from heaven on us, and being with us...especially you watching over and being beside Cory.  I have so many wonderful memories of us all being together and think so much of how I wish I could turn back the hands of time...or wish that I could have read the future... But I can't and I couldn't.  All I can do now is think about you (which I do all the time); write letters to you; talk about you (especially to your brother) and keep you in my heart!

It's been four years, and it still seems like it was almost yesterday.  I wish I could talk to you.  I wish I could see you and touch you and hug and kiss you!  I take comfort in knowing that you knew how much I loved you.  I will love you forever CJ.                              Mom


January 23, 2013  9:59pm

My Dear CJ,

I really don't know where to start.  It's my birthday today.  I struggled with what I would do to "celebrate" my special day.  You know me...I always say that birthdays are special days and should be celebrated.  And yet since your death, which happened the early morning after my birthday four years ago today...it is hard for me to "celebrate."  I decided I would go out to dinner tonight.  The restaurant I chose, was the same one that I went to four years ago...and as we were driving to the restaurant, I thought about that.  As tears began to well in my eyes as I thought about what happened to you the early morning of the 24th, I tried to bring myself back...and think of our happy phone call on the 23rd four years ago when the first words you said to me on the phone were:  " Happy Birthday Mom"  and the last words were... "I love you mom."  I try so much to think of the happy times we shared, but I have to say that the pain of not having you with me makes that so, so difficult.

I still can begin to cry at any time as I think about you and I miss you so, so , deeply.  It's strange to me, because so many times I want to hear your voice, but I still can't bear to look at videos and films that I have where I know I could hear your voice.  It's still too painful!

What gives me some peace is believing that you are with God and that you are in a better place.  I love you so much and I miss you.  It is a deep, deep ache in my heart and my soul!  I will never be the same. 

I try to think of you in Heaven.  I pray that you are at peace CJ and that you are with our other family members who loved you so much...especially my mommy and daddy.  I imagine you looking down from heaven on us, and being with us...especially you watching over and being beside Cory.  I have so many wonderful memories of us all being together and think so much of how I wish I could turn back the hands of time...or wish that I could have read the future... But I can't and I couldn't.  All I can do now is think about you (which I do all the time); write letters to you; talk about you (especially to your brother) and keep you in my heart!

It's been four years, and it still seems like it was almost yesterday.  I wish I could talk to you.  I wish I could see you and touch you and hug and kiss you!  I take comfort in knowing that you knew how much I loved you.  I will love you forever CJ.                              Mom

A Letter from Mom January 24, 2017

Dear CJ,

I’m writing to you on the 8th anniversary of your death and the pain is as deep today as it was 8 years ago.  The longing to hear your voice (and yet I still can’t look at a video where you are speaking)… the hurt to my heart – my center core – it is still an ache so strong I cannot describe it.

I write to you every year CJ because this is the only time I really allow myself to truly think through what your death means to me and truly allow the hurt to come through.  At all other times, I will not let myself go deep into the pain.  I will think of you, as I always do, but when the pain becomes so vivid and the tears begin to flow, I will myself to stop.  I am afraid to let myself feel the deep pain.  But… once a year, I let it in fully.

I do believe you are in a better place, and I am thankful to god for that.  I am thankful that I had you for 23 years and was able to experience your goodness, your intelligence, your talent, your mischievous spirit and your love.  I loved always seeing you and your brother together, laughing and confiding in one another.  As your aunt Janice said, you were like salt and pepper.  You had your arguments and your loyalty to one another was unparalleled.  Cory misses you deeply!  I know you are proud of him and all that he is accomplishing with his life.  

My heart is filled with sorrow at how quickly you were taken from us, and the way that you died.  I dreamed about you last week and I could see you walking down that road.  As I write these words my throat hurts from the pain of wanting to cry out as I did as I dream that night.  I wish you had called on family members that night, but I guess in your mind you thought that all was ok and you would go home, go to bed, and rise with a new day.  But… you didn’t.

You are now with God, and with the angels and Saints, in a place more beautiful than we can describe.  For that I am thankful.  And… that is what helps me to get through the pain of losing you and not having you here on earth with me.  I love you CJ!!

Always,
Mom

 
 
 
 
 

January 24, 2012

Dear CJ,

I write this on the 3rd anniversary of your death, and the pain is as deep as when I first learned you were gone--getting the call from the police officer.  My mind is always going back to the day I learned about your death as I sat in my office and upon getting that earth shattering call--I truly felt that I could have no harder pain.  How I wish that it all had been a horrible nightmare.  I visualize you walking down the road and then being so shocked at being hit by a car.  How you must have been in pain and how scared and alone you must have felt.  How terrified you must have been when the second vehicle--the truck--came barreling down on you.  I visualize you in the ER, with check tubes attached to you as the doctors tried to help you.  And I visualize you as you lay on the hospital gurney and were pronounced dead. I tell myself to stop visualizing these things...because they are so painful.  And so, I try to fast forward with my mind, and it works for a while.  I know that I'm just putting the deep pain in the back, trying to cover it, until it explodes again.

I miss you, CJ!  I want to see you again and I want to hear your voice.   I have lots of pictures to look at and I know I can view some videos that have your voice on them, but I don't think I can bear listening...even though I want to hear you.  Even as I write this now, I have the biggest lump in my throat, and the tears keep coming. 

I think often about our last conversation...how happy you sounded.. The first thing you said to me when I called, “Happy Birthday Mom.”   That day, you were full of hope about the future.  I had no idea that it would be the last time I spoke with you.  I am so thankful that our last words to each other were: I love you!

I want to know how you would be as a 26 year old man, and how our relationship would be now that you are older.  I want to know how you would be as a married man and as a father.  I wish I could hold your children and laugh with you about the things they would do! 

You were such a smart young man—a free spirit.  I regret that I feel I sometimes tried to place you in a box, where you didn’t fit—like trying to put a square peg in a round hole---it doesn’t fit!  I read about a new drink that was developed to help people relax…the opposite of the Red Bull type of drinks.  I wept when I read it, because I remember you talking to me so many times about your desire to start a company to make the “relaxation” drink!  When I went to your apartment to remove your things, I saw the numerous beverage magazines you subscribed to.  You could have made your dream come true! 

I believe that you are in heaven, and able to watch down on me and your brother, and your other family members and friends.  I believe that you are helping to watch over us and that you are with other family members who loved you so much and are in heaven too!  I know you are in the place that we all hope to be, and if anything, that is the only thing that helps me to deal with this pain of your physical loss.  I also know that you always knew how much I loved you, and that gives me some comfort. 

Love, Mom

Jan. 24, 2012

A Letter From Mom   January 24, 2010

Dear CJ,

I miss you!  I miss your voice---I miss your smile—I miss seeing you—I miss hearing about your day—what went wrong and what went right.  I miss hearing about your dreams for the future and your plans for the day.  I miss dreaming about what you would become as you got a few years older.  I miss thinking about how you would be as a father and how I would tease you when you had “problems” with your teenage daughter or son!

I miss hugging you.  I miss hearing you crack up at a joke with Cory and seeing you and Cory having so much fun together. 

I miss the way you could defend your position on anything—so many times I told you, you should have been a lawyer.

I cry everyday for you CJ.  My heart hurts! 

I remember so clearly when I first held you in my arms and I felt such love and peace.  I remember crying tears of joy!  The first time I had ever done that.

I have a sadness that I’ve never experienced before, CJ, and I know I can never feel whole again.  A part of me is missing.

I pray that you are up in heaven—happy—carefree—no more worries—no pain.  I pray that so, so much.  I hope that you are with my mommy and daddy, Mimmy, Pa-Pa, your grandmother from Baltimore and all the people that loved you so very much.  I pray that God is wrapping His arms around you and you are happy and at peace.

I know that my life will never be the same.  I love you with all of my heart—and all of my soul—my dear son.

We will always remember you.  We will always miss you.  We will always love you---forever….

Mom

 

To the Person Who Hit My Son and Left Him in the Road to Be Hit and to Die...January 24, 2017

To the person who hit my son and left him in the road to be run over again -- this time by a truck pulling a boat...

This is year 8 that you caused the death of someone so precious to me -- my son Charlie Enricky Jones, III -- CJ.

I write to you every year on this anniversary, not knowing if you will ever read this, but still hoping that one day you will come forward and admit what you did. Why?!  Because it is the right and decent thing to do.  you left a living being in the road as if he were nothing. That is not right.  And while I know that we are taught in the Bible that "Justice is Mine... says the Lord", I want you to know the deep pain that your actions caused to CJ's family.  It has been 8 years and the pain is still a deep and aching pain that is like no other.  And, every year when I hold this vigil, write CJ a letter, and write a letter to you, it is as if I have poured lemon juice over a deep and open wound.   Why do I do this?  I do this because I hope that you are reading or hearing this. That your conscience will one day get you to do what is right.  I do this because I want you and others to understand the pain that family members of hit and run victims live with every day.  I do this because even after 8 years it is something that I want to do -- I feel it and it helps me in some small way to live in the pain as I think about this day that I lost my son.

Charlie E. Jones, III Memorial Fund

 

 

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To the Person Who Hit My Son and Left Him in the Road to Be Hit Again and to Die... January 24, 2015

It's the day that you did it.  The day you took a life!  A life that was so important to me and to my family.  you ran over a young man, my son, Charlie E. Jones, III.  A 23-year old who had so much to give to this world, and to his family.  He had just completed a major milestone at his job and who knows what ore was in store for him.  He dreamed of owning his own company and I have no doubt that he would have done it. 

But...because you hit him and then left him in the road to be hit again by a truck pulling a boat, we'll never know what my son would have accomplished.  He would have been 30 in a few months.  Because of you, I'll never know if he would have married and had children.  I'll never get to have that great relationship of talking with my 30 year old son about his life, his future and my grandchildren.

I write a letter to you every year, so that maybe you can understand the pain you have caused by your actions in the early morning hours on January 24, 2009.  I write so that maybe you will finally do the right thing and come forward. 

A Letter to the Person who hit my son , CJ, and left him in on the side of the road:                                                             Jan. 24, 2011

It has been two years since the early morning hours that you hit my son and then…for all I know, sped off as he lay lying in the road, in pain,  unable to move, and with no one around to help him….

How do you feel?  How can you live with yourself?  I know that ultimately, God will judge you …it is not for me to do.  But…I still ask you… How could you hit a human being and just leave him??  I hope that every day you think about my son, his pain, and ultimately his death.  I hope that you think about how IF you had stopped and helped him, maybe called for help…he wouldn’t have remained in the road, to be hit again!  I hope that you think about his family that loved him, and how they are still in deep grief over their loss… How does his mother feel…his father, his brother….and others who loved him so much??  Well… I’ll tell you about me… his mother….

My pain and loss is like a knife stuck deep in my heart… It is a hurt that is like no other…it is always there…sometimes it is fresher…where for whatever reason…the tears keep coming; and other times, it is dull…always in the background, so that even during “happy” times, the pain and sorrow is still there like a dark shadow…

I hope that one day, you’ll come forward, and go to the police with what you have done.  It is the right thing to do.

The Mother of CJ

A LETTER TO THE PERSON WHO HIT MY SON AND LEFT HIM IN THE ROAD TO DIE

JANUARY 24, 2010

Why?? How could you do it?  He was my son—a human being, a person,--a young man who had a future ahead of him.  I think about how he must have felt—shocked—in pain—not knowing what happened—not able to move and help himself.  And then, you chose to leave him there!!!

I have nightmares thinking about my son lying in the street—lying in the morgue—lying in his grave.  Do you??

Please call someone and turn yourself in….

Your actions have caused my family immeasurable pain.  Please do the right thing.

A mother living with grief

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