Jason loved southern rock music, playing the guitar. He could sing like John Anderson and physically resembled a younger version of Anderson. He loved peanut butter sandwiches, bananas and camping out. He could cook the best tamale pie on an old makeshift campstove and some bright day we'll see him again.
Jason having fun.
The family I Remember
I remember how all the family used to get together during the holidays, especially thanksgiving and Christmas. It was usually at grandpa and grandma Hunter’s house. But now that they’re gone the family usually goes their own way, doing their own thing. I miss that togetherness and wish we could do it again. But there have been too many grudges in the family and it’s sad to hold grudges because life is too short. When your loved ones are gone it’s too late to make amends, to say I’m sorry.
A beloved aunt lost close contact with her daughter for years and a grand daughter didn’t even attend her grandmother’s funeral. Now it’s too late to make amends, too late to say I’m sorry.
A half brother tries to make contact with his half brothers to no avail. All are gone now and it’s too late to make amends, too late to say I’m sorry.
A grief stricken husband is left alone and bitter after his wife is gone. A nephew could have been his salvation, but he’s too bitter and set in his ways, so he drives him away. Now, the nephew is gone and the old man is left alone with only his nurses and an occasional visitor. Now, it’s too late to make amends, too late to say I’m sorry.
A son and a father has lost his children to the system because of a mentally ill wife, then loses his beloved mother. Now, he’s fighting depression and the loss of employment and the judgement of others that doesn’t understand.
Is it too late to make amends or to say I’m sorry? Is there any room for forgiveness or to let go of grudges? What does a person do when they lose someone and it’s too late to make amends or to say I’m sorry?
I miss the music our family used to have and now no one seems to be interested anymore. Now that Jason is gone there doesn’t seem to be a lot of joy in music anymore. Losing him was the most difficult thing we’ve had to deal with and will never forget. He was a ray of sunshine in our lives, a lamb that was devoured by wolves.
Grudges are not a friend, when they invade a family it causes bad feelings and misunderstanding between family and friends.
Where is the forgiveness? What do you say to someone that’s in that position? How do you explain to them that life is too short? Where are the words to say that will cause someone to realize that judging people or holding grudges destroys a family or friendship? If you've been hurt, is your point so important that you refuse to see how you've hurt someone or do you only see how you've been hurt yourself? Or are you determined to stick stubbornly to it regardless of how it causes a rift in your family or are you willing to call that person and make an attempt to make amends? I love my family beyond words, and would feel like I've lost something very special if I felt there was no forgiveness between them.
Jason was such a happy little boy that enjoyed everything.
I wish I could understand what he was feeling in those last few weeks, days before he died, the despair, the grief, and the feeling of loss. Jason was such a happy little boy when he was growing up, he seemed to enjoy everything at that time. I'm sure he had many dreams, but now there are no more dreams for Jason. He may sleep a hundred years, he may sleep a thousand years, but there will be no more dreams for Jason.
