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Jason was born in Florida on January 14, 1984. Jason's parents, Ed and Alice, had been married for over 10 years when they finally had a baby. This long awaited event became the focus of their lives. |
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Surprise !! Jason has a sister. Allison, was born less than a year after Jason on January 5, 1985. Being so close in age they were virtually inseparable throughout their young lives. |
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| Childhood Years |
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It became obvious when Jason was just a toddler that he had to be busy at all times. He took off early and never stopped. He loved all things that moved, were loud and had wheels. He had the usual assortment of kids toys and bikes. And his first "real" vehicle, a go-cart. This would be the first of many visits the police would make to our house. It seemed you were not allowed to ride on city streets with a go-cart. This would start the endless treks to the outer city limits to ride. So next came the mini-bike and a small dirt bike. Before he could drive, he got around on the go-ped. He thought nothing of driving to his grandma's house five miles away on that thing. Of course, it had to be the fastest go-ped. And everyone knows how annoying those things are and,yes, that brought another stream of police to our door. And also an endless list of injuries, fractures, splints and breaks. But it never phased him. He could ride with a cast on. Jason started riding dirt bikes seriously at a young age. He and his dad were, at every opportunity, heading out to ride. When Jason got his license and his dad's truck he was thrilled that he could go out at anytime. Sycamore Creek was a favorite with all the boys. And most of them rode bikes or had trucks that they pushed to the limits whenever they could. Jason's truck also underwent a major change many times. This was no longer his dad's truck. It kept getting lifted higher and higher. The tires got wider and wider, and it got louder and louder. I remember at one point the dishes in the kitchen cabinets would rattle when he would turn the truck on. And more police: the mudd flaps not wide enough, blue light around the license plate. And the neighbors: poor Jason the only teenager at the time on his street, but he always had a wave and a smile. They were his friends from 8 years old to 80 years old. Need a favor: he was there. Just ask him to help lift, carry, move or change a tire. All in all, Jason had an enthusiasm for living life to its fullest. He was one of the hardest working teenagers, but liked to play and ride and have a good time with as many of his friends as possible as often as possible. And, yes, the police made a final visit to our home on the night of July 14th, 2002. |
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Passed away on July 14, 2002 at the age of 18. That night will be forever etched in our minds. Jason had worked all day, was in and out that night. As usual there were boys in the garage hanging out. Jason wasn't going to be gone too long. His dad told him to take his truck, but Jason decided to ride the motorcycle,"Don't worry dad I've got my helmet". Last words spoken to his father. A police officer answered Jason's cell phone when a friend had called and said there had been an accident. Would not say where. I called the police, hospitals and was still on hold with the police department when I walked out front and could see the patrol car pulling into our street. I knew then.... The police kept us at the house for hours and would not allow us to go to the scene of the accident until after the medical examiner removed Jason's body and all traces of his accident were swept away. We had to wait all day Sunday, Monday and Tuesday to finally see Jason at the funeral parlor. We should have been allowed to go to the accident scene. We even had our priest at the house. I needed Father John to go to Jason. He could have blessed his body and we could have answers to questions that, instead, haunt us day after day after day. |
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