It is with broken hearts that we share the passing of our sweet boy, Jett James Owsley, who gained his angel wings at 11:50 p.m. on Tuesday, October 7, 2025, at just five years old.

After a long and courageous battle with cancer, Jett is now free from pain — whole, healthy, and held in God’s arms.
Even in his final moments, he fought with a strength far beyond his years, whispering that he wanted “to be all better.”
Now, our brave boy finally is…
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He passed quietly in his mother’s arms at 11:50 p.m. on a Tuesday night.
Only five years old — far too young for goodbyes.

And yet, somehow, he slipped away with peace on his face, as if he knew he was running into the arms of his Savior.

His mother whispered through tears, “You have your wings now, baby. You’re all better. You’re free.”

After years of hospitals, pain, and endless prayers, Jett was finally pain-free, cancer-free — whole again in God’s embrace.

But for his mother, the silence that followed was unbearable.
The beeping of machines was gone.

The soft rhythm of his breathing — gone too.
Only the stillness remained, heavy and endless.

For days leading up to that night, she had spent every hour beside him.

Whispering their memories.

Telling him over and over how deeply she loved him.
Reminding him of the joy he brought into her life — how he made her a better mom, a braver woman.

She told him how proud she was of his fight.
How even as his body failed, his spirit never did.
How, even in those final hours, when he could barely speak, he still tried to say the words that broke her heart:

“I want to be all better, Mommy.”

And now, he finally is.

She holds onto that truth — that Jett is whole again, dancing freely, running without pain, laughing the way he used to before cancer stole his strength.

She imagines him barefoot, chasing sunlight through heaven’s fields, his left side no longer holding him back.
Every movement light, every laugh pure.

But the ache of absence remains.
Five years of love cannot be quieted overnight.

For all five years of his life, Jett never spent a night away from his mother.

Not once.
It was always Jetty and Mommy — side by side, every bedtime, every morning, every heartbeat shared.

Now, she lies awake, reaching for a hand that isn’t there.
The bed feels too big.

The house too quiet.
And grief too heavy to name.

She remembers the way he’d fill the room with laughter.

His silly jokes that made everyone giggle — even when they shouldn’t have.

His wild curiosity for art, for science, for the way things worked.
The fearless stunts that made her heart race, followed by the sweetest cuddles that melted it all away.

Jett was chaos and joy in the same breath — and she loved every bit of it.

He had an old soul.
He loved fiercely, protected deeply, and even at five, he carried strength beyond his years.

Sometimes, when she looked at him, she could see glimpses of the man he might have become — kind, brave, and full of light.

She told him near the end, “I’ll be okay.”

It was the only lie she ever told him.
Because she needed him to let go, to be free — free from the pain, the machines, the fight that had taken so much.

But she isn’t okay.
Not yet.
Because half of her heart left with him that night.

She still wonders if she missed something — a sign, a moment, a chance to save him.

But deep down, she knows she did everything a mother could.
She held him through it all.

Even when he was sick, even when he vomited blood, she never let go.

She prayed over him, loved him, and stayed until his final breath.

Now, she tells herself that part of her is with him — the part that still hears his laughter in quiet rooms, that still feels his tiny hand against hers.

She imagines him whispering from above, “It’s okay, Mommy. I’m all better now.”

And she believes him.
Because love like theirs doesn’t end — it only changes form.

He’s her angel now.
Her hero.
Her forever boy.

💔 Fly high, sweet Jett.
You are pain-free, cancer-free, and forever loved. 💔