JASON HIGHET    OUR HEARTS WENT WITH YOU.......
 A CHILD IN HEAVEN.....

                                                CHANGES  EVERYTHING
     
                          
               We visit Jason all the time. However we drive to the cemetery
           to see him. To see your child's name etched on a headstone
           
still feels like a punch in the stomach. His name should be 
           on
a diploma, a wedding invitation, a birth announcement, 
                                    
a business card - - anything
                                                BUT NOT A HEADSTONE                        



                                          SILENT NIGHT, HOLY NIGHT
                  THERE'S NO PRESENTS, HERE'S OUR TREE
                           SILENT NIGHT, HOLY NIGHT
                       JASON, PLEASE COME BACK TO ME


                 Others wrap presents and tell of gifts they gave, while we are      
                   searching for flowers to bring to Jason's grave 
             




                          

         
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
                          

                         MAY A THOUSAND ANGELS BE WATCHING OVER YOU 

                                                              

                        I PRAY THAT YOU ARE WATCHING OVER US

                                                                        

   WE  WERE  BLESSED  YOU  WERE  OURS  IF  ONLY  FOR  A  WHILE

                                                                            
                                         Dear God,
                         You sent a child to me
                         To fill my life with joy,
                         And only You knew which was best --
                         A little girl or boy.
                         Somehow I took for granted, Lord,
                         That we would have a lifetime,
                         And I made so many future plans
                         For that precious child of mine.
                         Enchanted by that Miracle,
                         Caught up in each new day,
                         I guess I didn't hear You, Lord,
                        When You said, "This one can't stay."
                        I trust You, Lord. Thy will; not mine,
                        Yet I can't understand
                        This sudden loss -- the emptiness --
                        Caused by another's hand.
 

        
    
                   I know my child's an angel now
                   But my heart is aching so.
                   I'm sorry I wasn't ready, Lord,
                   To let my Jason go.
                   There wasn't time for one last hug;
                   There was no final kiss.
                   Oh God, it's all those special smiles
                   That I already miss.
                   So Lord, could you do just one thing
                   For me especially?
                   Please hold my angel close to You
                   And say goodbye for me. Amen
                                      by Bonnielee Walsh c. 1995
 
    

                                                                                                           
           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  scenario: 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".
 
                 
                      
            
                             

                                      
HOW CAN WE TELL YOU HOW MUCH WE MISS YOU?
                          HOW CAN WE LIVE WITHOUT YOU?
                         
HOW CAN WE POSSIBLY SPEND THE REST OF OUR LIVES
                         
MISSING WHAT WE HAVE LOST????
                         
HOW CAN WE BREATHE, EXIST, GO ON 
                         
WITHOUT OUR ONLY SON????


                             

                    
              
                     
 
  

                                GONE TOO SOON . . . .

                              

                                   If we could have a lifetime wish
                                   A dream that would come true,
                                We'd pray to God with all our hearts 
                                        For yesterday and You.
                               A thousand words can't bring you back
                                     We know because we've tried... 
                                       either will a thousand tears
                                     we know because we've cried...
                                   You left behind our broken hearts
                                          And happy memories too...
                                    But we never wanted memories
                                           We only wanted You
 
 

              

                       

                                            IF ONLY WE HAD ANOTHER MINUTE
                                                                     ANOTHER DAY
                                                                     ANOTHER CHANCE                           
                                                                     TO HUG YOU
                                                                     TO SEE YOU
                                                                     TO HOLD YOU

                        IF ONLY YOUR MOM AND DAD COULD GIVE YOU
                   A KISS, TO TELL YOU WE LOVE YOU, AND SAY GOODBYE
 

                                 IF ONLY . . . .  WE HAD JASON
 
              

                    


                                           GOD BLESS YOU, JASON.
                WE WILL LOVE YOU UNTIL THE DAY WE DIE.
                 BE AT PEACE MY SON. YOU WERE THE BEST. 
               
 
   
   
                                                     " L A T E R    J "



      

                                                                                             
                                
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
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