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| When I was a boy, you'd look at me, and wonder what a man I'd be. You'd lift me up when I was down, and turn to smiles my every frown. We'd play alone, just you and me, cause we were two, instead of three. My cuts and scrapes you'd always fix, and you would laugh when I played silly tricks. Through silly, sad or serious, they all could see that it was us Just you and me! But, I was a boy, and I'd look at you and feel your love that was so true. So every day, the world would see, some change that you had made in me. I'd feel the tears roll down your cheek, when times were bad, or they got bleak. And I'd lift you up when you were down, and turn to smiles your every frown. Cause, as a boy you looked at me, and wondered what a man I'd be. Written by Jay's Royal Rangers ( Christian Cub Scouts) leader Donn Hayden |
| This is me 5 months before Jason died. I was always happy, spirited and joyful. |
| This is me at my sons funeral. Jason's dependence on prescription drugs, after his horrendous motorcycle accident, led to his accidental overdose and silenced my boy !! My spirit, happiness and joy are also now silenced !! |
| When I am on my little boat it is my time with the Lord and Jason. I've named the boat after you son ! |
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| A Mother's Love A mothers love is unique and special; nothing else can quite compare. When you think she's given all she's got You'll see she still has love to spare. When the object of her love is taken for whatever the reason be An important part of her goes with him, A part no one else can see. You may understand her grief and sorrow, You may feel a great loss, too. But, what that child meant to her is different from what that person meant to you. She spent nine months with this life within her. Growing and maturing day by day. Truly depending on her for existence In a very real and vital way. A bond is shared between mother and son The first moment of his birth; Unspoken, unrehearsed, thought it be, No word can measure it's worth. |
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| In the early months after Jason died, I would be out on my boat and a certain song would come on...I had a vision every single time of all our angels arm in arm kicking their legs up and singing. Well, one day on the way home from the cemetary, I was just about to pull into my driveway. A voice came to me "Go to Marshalls" I didn't want to but did. I went in and back to the glassware section I saw this statuary sitting right there out in the open, it was the exact vision I had often seen. I put it at Jay's site in the cemetary !!!!! |
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| A gift of love from Pammi |