I have lost a life-not my own, but it would have been easier to have lost
my own life than to have lost the life I loved more than my own,
JASON

When Jason was killed, we not only buried him but also the life that we knew and lived everyday. When he died, we also buried his future: wife, children, his wedding day and our future grandchildren. Into the corner of Jason's casket is his once happy dad: my Eddie. We buried my daughter's only sibling. We buried her future nieces and nephews. There is not enough room in Jason's casket for all the things that died along with him. Dreams, hopes, joys, lives, hearts and souls slipped into that casket
with Jason

THE LOSS OF A SON!
He is not far--no further away
than the morning is to the promise of day,
than the stars to the night, than the sun to the sky....
HE IS NOT FAR--THIS IS NOT GOODBYE.
He is not far--he is always near in the memories
that we hold most dear, in the hearts that still care,
in the love that goes on...he will never be far,
HE WILL NEVER BE GONE.
IN MEMORY OF OUR LOVING SON AND BROTHER,
JASON
YOU ARE LOVED FOREVER UNTIL THE END OF TIME
WE WILL NEVER GET OVER LOOSING YOU.











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