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From One Friend to Another Have you ever noticed that the worst way to miss someone is when they are right beside you and yet you can never have them� when the moment you can�t feel them under your fingertips, you miss them? Have you ever wondered which hurts the most; saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing and wishing you had? There�s more to that, but I found that the most important part. Jason was the nicest person I�ve ever met in my life. I miss him greatly. He loved everything and everyone. He loved life. I wish I could have told jay how great of a person he was, from the arrow of hair on his chest, to his O.J. Simpson gloves. I wish I could have gotten to know him better. I am grateful that I was there to watch his first and last hockey game. I just wish there could have been many more. Catherine and the Wilsons, and anybody else who is reading this, I hope God gives you strength while still lets you mourn. God Bless
I'm a r-e-a-l-l-y slow starter at writing stuff, especially when emotions are involved, but at last here's my best shot ... I knew Jason mostly in a BACK-handed sort of way: - He was the guy I saw from the BACK playing trumpet so well, as I pounded tunelessly on various things behind him. He always made playing look easy. No sweat - He was the guy who took a ride to Millennium Band practice in the BACK seat of my car. He had lots of fun bickering with his companion. You'd think they were married already! - He was the guy who stayed to the bitter end, even though he was desperate to get BACK from International Band Camp last summer. I never heard him complain, even when he was obviously so tired, and so tired of the food. A real trooper. The sort of kid you'd like to have. - But mostly, he was the guy who was always near to and looking BACK at Catherine. Thinking BACK to my boyhood days, I understood why, and it made me smile each time, remembering agonizing loves of long ago. Well, I guess Jason was always a step ahead of me. First to do so many things and then to stop. It's very sad to see such a talented young man leave just before he has his own fair chance to screw up! But people live in the hearts and memories of others, so we will never really be without him. I sometimes still hear an extra trumpet echoing softly in the Community band. So thanks for the good memories, Jason. And thanks for leading the way.
Wilson, Oh you had a mean arm for the whapping game at youth or for four-on-a-couch. I think that you made the games at youth the best. You could strike up a conversation with just about anyone. And boy, that trumpet section in the concert band won't be the same. I hope that you will be with us during all the youth times because you are always welcome. Cuz everyone hates turnips right?
I remember the last bike trip I was on that Sis had complained about a rotten smelling cooler. It took a day before any one would claim it. And Jason finally claimed it after a meeting after supper. I knew wear the garbage cages were and had a flash light so I volunteered to walk him to the garbage cage. I also had nothing better to do. He wouldn't let me help him remove the chicken from the cooler so he asked for my flash light told me to stand away from the smell.
Hey, I wasn�t one of Jason�s good friends either. But just like he was nice to everyone else, he was nice to me. That was one of the first things I knew about him. The second week I had been in Pinawa, I met Jason while I was playing something with Gamley some other people. Jason was really nice to me and made me feel welcome in Pinawa. That is what I think was his best virtue. His kindness. Bye Jason. Miss ya forever.
Wilson--the first time I met him I knew he'd be fun to have around, he was candidly open, sensitive and funny, who couldn't like him? Within a short time though, I knew that there was a lot more to this guy--he was seeking God and was finding Him. Few people recognize how active God is in their lives, but Wilson was one of them because he was looking for Him. One of the last things he spoke about to us was related to the realization that he had things separating himself from God and he wanted those blocks to come down. There are no more blocks now Wilson and I bet what you were looking for didn't come close to the awe of where you are now. We look forward to meeting again on the other side! Love Jeff and Viv
Well, I was Jason�s canoe partner on the canoe trip, and so I have to say one or two things. First of all, he had a BAD J-stroke! I wasn�t clever enough to be the steering-guy, so he sat in the back, and steered us, rather poorly. What does this matter? Well, he never gave up. No matter how much I made fun of him. He always kept J-stroking. Sometimes he�d spray me with a bit of water, but usually he was working hard to steer us in the right direction. Kind of a metaphor for life. By the end of the trip though, he was out-J-stroking Ms. Sisler and Mr. Turner. He showed them! Heh, heh. Also, Jason taught me to be proud of liking Weird Al�s music. Again, this doesn�t seem like much, but it had a profound effect on my life, and showed me not to be ashamed of who I am, even if it does involve listening to Weird Al. So, all in all, Jason, you�re a great guy. God bless. See you later, Jay.
I didn't know Jason as intensely as a lot of people did, but I still have a few things I can bring together to say about him. I think that the best way I ever got to know him was through canoe trips. Canoe trips are funny in that way because you're dropped in the middle of nowhere, and they just completely take you out of the whole school mindset. You talk to people you normally wouldn't, and I think that's the best part about them. Two years ago, we had all rafted up in the middle of the water because we had no where to put up our tents - always a bad thing! - and me, having the short attention span that I do, started taking random pictures of bored people. I think I wasted about a roll and a half, but then a few weeks ago I was flipping through old pictures and came across one of Jason. Honestly, this is how I remember him. He was resting in the back of the canoe with a bright yellow lifejacket and a bucket hat, and had duct tape (yes!) taped around his runners. Most importantly he had this huge smile on his face. I thought about it and that's how I always remembered him. Always happy. What a flattering way to be remembered. P.S. One more thing that I must add (even though there is no importance for it!) is that when Jason started working at the Bakery, I trained him. That day I thought, "Wow, that kid is smart." He memorized all those prices on the first try. It took me months of practice! Even now I forget how much sourdough pumpernickel costs. How sad is that?