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NO AMOUNT OF TIME...WILL EVER MAKE THE HEART... THE SAME...AGAIN 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.... 
GONE TO BE WITH GOD.......WILL MEET YOU THERE
FOREVER LOVED, ALWAYS MISSED; TILL WE MEET AGAIN
OUR PRECIOUS SON
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO THE BEST DAD
BECAUSE SOMEONE WE LOVE IS IN HEAVEN...
THERE'S A LITTLE BIT OF HEAVEN
IN OUR HOME
AN UNFINISHED LIFE
GOD FORGOT TO ASK IF IT WAS OKAY TO TAKE MY SON...
Then I realized I needed to ask him to take care of him
JASON'S NEW WEBSITE: WWW.JASONHIGHET.COM
SINCE YOU LEFT US
EVER SINCE YOU LEFT US NOTHING HAS BEEN THE SAME
ALL OF OUR HAPPINESS HAS TURNED TO TEARS
AS OUR WORST FEAR CAME UPON US
EVERYDAY I WONDER WHY IT HAD TO HAPPEN TO YOU
IN EVERYTHING I LOOK AT ~~~ I SEE YOU
AND IN EVERYTHING I DO I CAN ONLY THINK OF YOU
KNOWING THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON
DOES NOT HELP US TO UNDERSTAND
YOU HAD YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU
AND SUDDENLY WITHOUT WARNING IT CAME TO AN END
Silent night, lonely night
There's no presents, here's our tree
Silent night, lonely night
HAVING A CHILD IN HEAVEN CHANGES EVERYTHING
Jason, please come back to me
Others wrap presents and tell of gifts they give
While we are searching for flowers to bring to
Jason's grave
NEW WEBSITE FOR JASON: WWW.JASONHIGHET.COM
LONELY IS OUR HOME WITHOUT YOU,
LIFE TO US IS NOT THE SAME.
ALL THE WORLD WOULD BE LIKE HEAVEN,
IF WE COULD HAVE YOU BACK AGAIN.
THE LIGHT FROM OUR HOUSEHOLD IS GONE,
THE VOICE WE LOVED IS STILL,
A PLACE IS VACANT IN OUR HOME,
THAT NEVER CAN BE FILLED.
MAY THE GOD OF LOVE AND MERCY,
CARE FOR JASON WHO IS GONE,
AND BLESS WITH CONSOLATION,
THE THREE OF US LEFT TO CARRY ON.
 I'll be home for Christmas, you can count on me I'll be home for Christmas... I hear the words on the radio and in my mind. I see your face, your eyes, smiling at me. I am filled with incredible sadness knowing that you won't be home for Christmas, Not this year, not next year, Not anymore years ever again, no matter how many times the song plays. Everywhere people are getting ready to celebrate the season, while we are left to mourn your death and wonder if it will ever feel like Christmas again: if we will ever feel happy again without you home for Christmas. And knowing the answer is no...We will not.   THE ABSENCE OF JASON IS EVERYWHEREAS LONG AS I CAN DREAM, AS LONG AS I CAN THINK AS LONG AS I HAVE MEMORY......I WILL LOVE YOU. AS LONG AS I HAVE EYES TO SEE AND EARS TO HEAR AS LONG AS I HAVE LIPS TO SPEAK...I WILL LOVE YOU. AS LONG AS THERE IS TIME, AS LONG AS I HAVE A BREATHE TO SPEAK YOUR NAME....I WILL LOVE YOU! JASON, WE LOVE YOU.  Full of laughter, life, love and fun JASON, our precious son This website has been created in honor of our forever loved son, Jason, who was born in Florida on January 14, 1984, and was killed on July 14, 2002, in Chandler, Arizona. His life lasted 18 1/2 years to the exact minute. We will never understand how life can be so cruel. Jason said goodbye and told his dad he'd be back in a little while. Ed told him to be careful and his final words were, "Don't worry dad I've got my helmet." And then that's it. Shortly later: Jason is dead on the street. 
IF ONLY WE HAD ANOTHER MINUTE
ANOTHER DAY
ANOTHER CHANCE
TO HUG YOU
TO SEE YOU
TO HOLD YOU
IF ONLY A MOM AND A DAD COULD GIVE YOU
A KISS, TELL YOU WE LOVE YOU AND SAY GOODBYE
IF ONLY ..... WE HAD JASON
Do you know something about the "accident" that took our son's life? PLEASE ANY INFORMATION whatsoever regarding the night Jason was killed: just email me. Thank you  YOU SHOULD BE HERE WITH US JASON Your last parting wish we would have liked to have heard, and breathed in your ear our last parting word...only those who have lost are able to tell the pain in the heart at not saying farewell YES IT WILL HAUNT ME UNTIL I LEAVE THIS EARTH, WHY THAT NIGHT YOU HAD TO DIE 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 husband. 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.
JASON'S ROOM
I walk past it a dozen times a day,
Sometimes pausing at the door;
It hurts to look inside, It's not his room anymore
You see our boy is dead; Only memories are there We visit with Jason all the time. However, we drive to the cemetary 
Remember Jason (Forever 18) Remember him with a smile today He was not one for sadness Remember instead the memories Of all the happy times Recall to mind the way he spoke And all the things he said His strengths, his voice, the way he walked Remember these instead His eyes always shined with laughter So much of him will never die But live on forever after As we loved you, so we miss you In our memory you are near Loved, remembered, longed for always Bringing many a silent tear  NO FEAR: HE'S RIDING THE CLOUDS A life so young released to heaven.... Left on earth we wonder "why?" But some are sent among us briefly... Some have spirits meant to fly  DEEPLY LOVED, PAINFULLY MISSED It has been said, time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its SANITY, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone...never gone   My heart stopped . . . with yours My breath died . . . with yours My life ended . . . with yours  TEARS WITHOUT END DAYS WITHOUT NIGHTS NIGHT WITHOUT DAY TIME WITHOUT FORGETTING FOOD WITHOUT TASTE SLEEP WITHOUT REST SORROW WITHOUT COMFORT PAIN WITHOUT LIMIT EMPTINESS WITHOUT BOTTOM LIFE WITHOUT JASON 
WE NEED TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE OKAY JASON BECAUSE
WE ARE NOT.............. GOD RIPPED OUT OUR HEARTS...... AND THEN SAID GO ON AND LIVE NOW  We have lost our son. A fun, lovable boy who was only 18 years old. Jason died alone on the street without me (his mom), or his dad by his side. We did not get to say goodbye. We did not get to hold his hand. We did not get the chance to tell him one final time that we love him or, most importantly, not to be afraid. A Tragic End to a Young Life  IF LOVE ALONE COULD HAVE SAVED YOU, YOU NEVER WOULD HAVE DIED  Jason is dead. It is still shocking to hear myself say it. There was nothing wrong with him. He was not sick. He was not old. He was a teenager. How could he be dead? He was active, he was healthy and so full of life. He was only 18. But life did not leave him on its own; his life was taken from him. It ended in a horrible way. He didn't just die; he was killed. Even saying he was in an accident is too kind. Dead..What a gut-wrenching word. One word that can literally make me sick. We did not loose Jason - we know where his body is laid to rest. To say he's gone implies he willingly went somewhere and may come back. Well, we have lost Jason and he is gone and the fact is: HE IS DEAD. He will not be coming back home. We will not see him, hear him, touch him. His life here is over, it has ended. That's it. No more. There was a past, but there is no future. Tomorrow will not be.....END OF STORY.... 
MAY A THOUSAND ANGELS BE WATCHING
OVER YOU
NOW TOGETHER IN HEAVEN, JASON & SAMMI
The pain from the death of a child never leaves us for it is a
part of our lives that will forever be unfinshed and completely
unexplained.
I AM SO TIRED.... I am tired of crying for my child. I am tired of being depressed. I am tired of longing for my child. I am tired of not being happy. I am tired of telling people my son is dead. I am tired of my son being dead. I am tired of not being able to remember what joy feels like. I am tired of being angry. I am tired of feeling guilty. I am tired of missing my son. I am tired of being told it is a blessing I have an angel in heaven. I am tired of being misunderstood. I am tired of having to explain myself. I am so tired of death. I am tired of grieving. I am tired of grief. I am tired of asking why. I am tired of not getting an answer. I am tired of having to learn to live without Jason. I am tired of being indirectly told to "get over it". I am tired of reliving the night of his death over & over complete with tears and the emotional upheaval. I am tired of endless hours at the cemetery. I am tired of that street corner. I am soooo tired of not being able to remember... Every moment of my son's life. I am tired of being tired.  There are no words to describe the depth of our heartache since Jason was so tragically killed. Our grief is overwhelming and our son will remain forever locked in our broken hearts.  WE MUST NOW BEGIN THE LIFELONG JOURNEY OF ACCEPTING THE UNACCEPTABLE: THE DEATH OF OUR SON. JASON, YOU ARE LOVED FOREVER AND ALWAYS UNTIL THE END OF TIME.  JASON MAY NOT HAVE BEEN HERE FOR A LONG TIME, BUT HE DID HAVE A GOOD TIME.  MY TIME WAS SHORT, AND I LIVED LIFE FAST, BUT WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE: I REALLY HAD A BLAST!!!  As my life was ending tears fell from my eyes for all my life I'd always thought I didn't want to die.I had so much to live for, so much left to do. It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving all of you  A Real Friend is Hard to Find, Difficult to Leave and Impossible to Forget BUT NOW IT'S TIME I TRAVEL ALONE  If you knew Jason: you know it was all about his friends, motorcycles, dirt bikes, atvs, and riding, lifted trucks - it had to be high (really high) and it had to be loud, the wheels, the rims, the size of the tires, his friends, 4-wheeling, sand, mud, and did I mention ALL OF HIS FRIENDS and hanging out!! *his friends were most important and above all else* and don't forget: the hair!!! 
LIFE WAS HIS FRIEND~~FOR JASON KNEW HOW TO LIVE HE DIDN'T JUST RIDE HE COULD FLY We miss you so much, JASON, because.... there's so much to miss.  favorite LBZ cap, always worn backwards  I DROPPED A TEAR IN THE OCEAN...WHEN THEY FIND IT... THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP REMEMBERING YOU  WE WERE BLESSED YOU WERE OURS IF ONLY FOR A WHILE  TO THE WORLD YOU ARE ONE PERSON,BUT TO US YOU ARE THE WORLD  Bury your child and you bury your heart If you are lucky enough to be living a happy life, how wonderful for you. Plan your child's funeral, pick out a coffin; everything changes. Not one aspect of your former life remains the same. Loose your child and you loose absolutely everything. Maybe in 10, 20 years I will feel okay, but for now this is how it is. I can remember the happiness, but I can't feel it anymore   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    There is neither force nor foe that can ever remove the love we have for our children.  WE ARE HERE, YOU & ME, SIDE BY SIDE FOR ALWAYS 
You will always be my dad...as I sit and look down from the heavens above, I point at you and proudly say: "look, look, over there, that's him: THAT'S MY DAD" 
I know your heart is broken from the pain of losing me
But one day we will finally meet in heaven
and it will be forever you and me
DADS AT GRAVES
I see them weep the fathers at the graves taking
off the brave armor they are forced to wear in
the world. Clearing away the debris with gentle
hands, inhaling the sorrow, diminshed by anguish,
their hearts wishing what they cannot have--to
walk with children no longer here--
 When this road gets lonely and the journey seems too hard and I get to feeling sick inside and find it hard to carry on, if I close my eyes I can almost hear you say, "I love you DAD and I miss you, too, and I will see you soon." DEAR GOD: PLEASE KISS MY SON GOODNIGHT  
THE SADNESS, THE ANGER, THE LONLINESS ...HOW COULD HE BE SUCH A SIGNIFICANT PART OF LIFE AND THE WORLD AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN JASON IS WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH? 
My dad is a survivor, which is no surprise to me.
I walk with my dad each day to lift him when he's down.
My dad is like a tower of strength. He is the greatest of
them all. I am his power when he is sad. I hold his hand,
I pat his shoulder and tell him I am okay. Now as I watch
over my saddened dad from the heavens up above...He
says he's the one who is so proud of me, but I say it is
my honor dad that I am called YOUR SON.
I WALK BESIDE YOU, WHEREVER
YOU ARE, WHATEVER IT TAKES
NO MATTER HOW FAR  JASON & ED WERE MORE THAN FATHER & SON. THEY WERE BEST FRIENDS WHEN JASON WAS KILLED, ED NOT ONLY LOST HIS ONE & ONLY SON HE WAS ROBBED OF HIS BEST BUDDY FOR LIFE AND THAT WILL BREAK MY HEART FOR ED & FOR JASON FOREVER 
WE WALKED TOGETHER YOU AND I, A FATHER AND HIS SON WE TALKED, WE LAUGHED, WE LIVED WE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS FOR TOMORROW... BUT TOMORROW DIDN'T COME WE WALKED TOGETHER YOU AND I, BUT ONLY FOR A SHORT TIME FOR ALL TOO SOON IT ENDED LEAVING PIECES OF A BROKEN HEART BEHIND 
   Allison, forever a sister to Jason--must now live without her brother WHERE ARE YOU? PLEASE COME BACK HOME, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE. JASON, LIFE WITHOUT YOU HERE JUST ISNT THE SAME.YOU ARE SO FAR AWAY AND I MISS YOU MORE EVERY PASSING DAY. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE? ONE DAY DEATH TOOK YOU AWAY FROM ME. JASON I LOVE YOU. MY BROTHER NOW IN HEAVEN  You are my brother not by choice, but by the nature of our birth. I could not have chosen a better one,you are the best there is on earth A BROTHER IS FOREVER That is what they say. When you loose a loved one their soul goes to heaven. That's what happened to me for I lost my ONLY brother. I just always assumed Jason would be here forever. I know that I will see him again one day and I will never forget him ever because I KNOW DEEP WITHIN MY HEART A BROTHER IS FOREVER  There is always a face before me A voice I would love to hear A smile I will always remember Of a brother I loved so dear. Deep in my heart lives a picture, More precious than silver and gold, It is a picture of my brother, Whose memory will never grow old. 
Just when your life was the brightest, justwhen your years were the best, you were taken from us to a home of eternal rest. ************************************************** OH!! THE PAIN OF NOT SAYING GOODBYE **************************************************  Dear God, I know that Jason is home in heaven with you. I ask that you watch over him. Please send extra angels to help him adjust to being in heaven and away from us. We are all here and he is not. He is alone. He is young. He may need help. All I can do is pray. Is that enough? He did not want to leave us. With my last breath I beg of you to take care of him. He was a good boy, a loving son and a great brother. Please send me a sign from heaven so I know Jason is in your hands. Love from his broken-hearted mom  A HEART OF GOLD STOPPED BEATING, TWO SHINING EYES AT REST GOD BROKE OUR HEARTS TO PROVE: HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST! **********************************************************   "WHAT DID I DO WRONG" What did I do that went so wrong? I tried to teach you to be wise and strong. I looked forward to seeing you with family and home, I didn't know it would be earth and stone. I'll never see you walk down that aisle, I'll never again see that wonderful smile. My heart is breaking that much I can say, I can't wait to see you on some distant day. I am no longer afraid of dying, Sometimes I think it's better than crying. Our dear, Jason, one day we will be together, And we will remain like that forever and ever. ***************************************************  For parents whose child has died, time does so little except to continuously remind us of exactly how much we have lost.  Jason could not wait to turn 21....And he never did.... Thanks to his friends for always leaving Jason a Heineken... 
You do not get over it. You just get through it. You don't get by it, because it is everywhere. It does not get better. It just gets different. Each and everday...GRIEF PUTS ON A NEW FACE ******************************************************** Our hearts are deeply and mortally wounded for life ********************************************************  S E N D T H E B E S T  We lost our child, our beautiful and loving son. He was the world to us and now he is gone. We will never be the same without him. Please don't forget Jason. We want you to know that he was here, that he was loved, that he was one in a million. He is missed every second of every minute of every hour of everyday and will be forever and ever.  THE MENTION OF HIS NAME The mention of Jason's name may bring tears to my eyes, but never fails to bring a smile to my heart and music to my ears. If you really are my friend, let me hear the beautiful sound of his name. It soothes my broken heart and sings to my soul. ****************************************************** We miss you, Jason, more each day for life is not the same. To Queen of Heaven we do visit, placing flowers there with care. But no one knows our heartache when we turn and HAVE TO LEAVE YOU THERE. We speak your name with pride, reliving our memories of you by our side. God has you in his keeping, we have you in our hearts. WE'LL LOVE YOU, JASON, FOREVER!!!  As I write this, I still cannot believe Jason is dead. I still cannot believe this is how his life turned out. No one can imagine when they first hold their newborn baby that this joyful moment would, down the road, lead into the worse possible scenerio: DEATH. Parents still worry about their children long after they are buried. The parent/protector doesn't just end with the funeral. Our lives are tied up in the what ifs and the whys and the constant thoughts of Jason's last moments alive, alone on the pavement that we are doing all we can to just survive day after day in this nightmare called, "our life".  GOD BLESS YOU JASON. WE WILL LOVE YOU UNTIL THE DAY WE DIE. BE AT PEACE MY SON . YOU WERE THE BEST.  LATER J |
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