This week has been particularly rough as Jason's birthday draws near. We spend all of our time reflecting on all of the great times we had with Jas, yet at the same time tears always seem to prevail. Although there were so many great times, you can't help but think of all the future great times we would have had and how is life was so prematurely taken from us. Wondering how somebody is capable of doing this to other human beings, somebody who is still out there, "trying" to live a "normal" life.
Our birthday gifts to Jason this year will be the reassurance that he will not be forgotten, the reassurance that he will live on through his family and friends, the reassurance that we will do everything in our power to make sure the animal that did this is caught and the reassurance that we will never give up.
~ Thought of the day Thought of the day: I remember when we were growing up having three boys in the house that were relatively close in age. As you can imagine, we played and fought with each other. My parents were always trying to figure out new ways to punish us. One day after scolding us for fighting with each other, they had this idea that they would make us stand in the middle of the room and hug each other for 1/2 an hour while telling each other "I love you". We would always start out saying that, but as soon as mom or dad was out of the room it would turn into a laugh fest because one of would start saying things like "Somebody farted!" or "Quit grabbing my butt!" When the 1/2 hour was drawing near, we would begin planning what we were going to do when we were done hugging. Usually getting a pickup game of baseball or football. We always hated the "hugging" punishment, but often joked about it once we were older. I would give anything to go back to one of those "hugging" punishments.
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