My heart has been heavy this week. A young man very dear to me and my husband, and children, passsed away. He graduated with our son, and was one of his best friends. He was also a good friend to both of our daughters.
It did not take long for him to gain our affections as well. In fact, I believe everyone who got to know him, thought the world of him.
He was born with a disability that led him through a lifetime of surgeries and physical struggles. He had every right to feel sorry for himself, to be depressed, and bitter.
But this was not in his nature. Jason, or “Cricket” as he was lovingly known by us, always had a smile on his face. He never passed us anywhere without a wave.
He was very social and The Cowboy Bar and Supper Club in Fishtail, was his gathering place. Any time we stopped in there for dinner, if he was there and spotted us, he would try and buy us a drink.
He had a big, kind heart, and was one of the sweetest souls I’ve ever known. My prayers go out to his family. I hope it helps them in their grief somehow to know he was loved by so many. I know they have a hole in their hearts right now. So do we. So does the community in which he lived.
We hope to see you again in heaven someday Jason. Until then, rest in the arms of Jesus.