Memories

Memories

Entries in order of author's last name... I-M:
Johnson, Evan Johnston, Angela Lussier, Suzanne Maas Geesteranus, Sita McCamis, Neil McClinton, Shawna McDougal, Rob Moore, Catherine Moore, Jan Mulpuru, Nila

Evan Johnson

Suzanne Lussier

Maas-Geesteranus, Sita

McCamis, Neil

Shawna McClinton

Rob McDougal

Catherine Moore

Nila Mulpuru

Angela Johnston

Jan Moore

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?

Jason, when I think of you I remember an enormous smile and a friend who would always laugh at my jokes no matter how stupid they were. I swear you should have gone as a box for Halloween or, should I say, my house since I was a bum on the street. That will never die:0) Our trips to Winnipeg were so much fun and I will never forget your theory on dress shopping � that there should be a guidebook for it just like the books found in Canadian Tire. If you're so tall and have this colour of hair you order this dress. I see no flaw in that theory.
   I'll miss our long chats on ICQ about whatever seemed to be troubling us at the time. I always looked forward to seeing "JaWi" pop up on my ICQ screen because I knew that I had someone to confide in and that would talk to me about anything ranging from my fears of the future to the advantages of shopping at Value Village. I assumed you would always be there to lean on.
   In hindsight it's easy to see how much someone had an effect on you, but I wish I knew before because I would dearly have liked to know you better Jason. I'm happy your spirituality has saved you and that you're safe in God's loving embrace. In your death you've probably helped me more than you ever have before and I hope that with this new-found knowledge that I'll be joining you in heaven with our Father. Your friend,
Suzie

Jason and I knew each other since we were both 1 year old because my mom babysat him.  We knew everything about each other.  We would walk to the store everyday and everyday we would hide behind the same park benches when we were little.  I remember how Jason loved to pick up rocks.  We also used to torture my younger brother by sticking him in a doll�s dress or putting him in a doll�s highchair.  There were a lot of good times shared with Jason, and a lot of bad.  I remember when he would go around my house, blaming me for biting him, when he actually bit himself.  
   I would just like to say that I will miss him but I do know he is in a safe and nice place, where we will all be sooner or later.  I also think that Jason would want us to listen to God�s word all of the time, no matter the reason or place we are at.

I have decided, after reading other people's entreis that I would like to enter a different story.
   Jason, he was a wonderful loving person that I just can't explain.  There is no one the same or as loving as Jason.  He was always there for everyone and anyone that needed to talk.  Jason was my best friend growing-up, probably because my mom was his babysitter.  
   I remember when I was young, I would always put my shoes on the wrong feet.  When I started to put them on the right feet, he put he put them on the wrong feet.  He also went around my home, biting himself, and blaming it on me, so he could get his own way.  
   Jason had so much to be thankful for and so do all of us. One of those things we can be thankful for is knowing Jason.  I also know that jason is in a wonderful, peaceful place right now, and we will all get to see him sooner or later.  Jason, I just want you to know that we all miss you as much as you miss us.

Wilson, you taught me so many things that have made me a better person today.  You showed me how to forgive, no matter what the case, and to have faith that time heals all things. You helped me believe in myself, and you were always there to remind me that you cared.  I will always remember all the little things about you that keep me smiling - like how when we all went anywhere, you would always be the one waiting for me when everyone ran ahead.  And how you somehow knew when something was wrong, and would just never let go.  You never even had to tell me you cared because I could see it in your eyes, and your beautiful smile.  Wilson, I'm going to miss you and think of you every single day of my life, but it's comforting to know that when we meet again on the other side, you will still be there with those eyes, and that smile.  I love you babe!!  Friendships never end, even when we're worlds apart....

Hey Everyone. Well, I already have a memory contributed to the memory list of Wilson from a long time ago, but something inside me has been eating away at me telling me to write more.  There is just so much to say, and I know all of it cannot be written in words, but I hope to at least add a few more.  I always feel better writing or even thinking about all those good times, and all those great things about Wilson. 
    I remember in my little puffy unicorn diary from Grade Two, I had written: "Dear Diary, I have a secret. I like a boy.  He is the nicest boy in the plannet.  His name is Jason Wilson.  He sits beside me in Mrs. Duclose's classroom. I like him because he is nice to me."  That is a direct quote by the way, which is why it's a little redundant and planet is spelt wrong. =) My point is that eventhough I had written that when Wilson and I were only 8 years old, that simple saying, "he is nice to me" still applies - 8 years later.  Even at 16, I honestly can't recall a time when Wilson ever lost it, and wasn't nice, sweet, and caring, right down to the heart - even at times when I'd lost it and gone crazy myself. 
    I remember on the Grade 9 bike trip, Wilson had a crush on me.  Not many people knew this, but I liked him too, and was too afraid to admit that, so I did everything I could to avoid him.  I told all my friends, except Wilson, how I didn't like him and how I wished he didn't like me.  Then I think it was on the last night of the trip that I found out Wilson knew what I was saying to everyone, and knew how I'd said I felt. I remember hiding in the corner of my tent and thinking in my head "How could I have ever let this happen? How could I hurt someone like I did, who didn't do anything wrong?" So I found Wilson and we talked about everything. I told him how things had happened and how sorry I was, and you know what? He cut me off in the middle of my apology and told me I didn't have to say sorry, because he had already forgiven me.  He had forgiven me for purposefully hurting his feelings to make myself feel better before I had even said I was sorry.  That takes more strength than I knew existed at that time. I remember being so overwhelemed at how much Wilson would still care for me and respect me after everything I had done.  When Wilson was the one really needing to be comforted, he was the one to say "it's okay, don't worry about it" and give me a hug. While hugging Wilson, I remember looking up at the sky and seeing all these stars and thinking "when Wilson is old and gray and it is his time to leave this world, he's gonna be the brightest star up there". I probably wouldn't have remembered thinking that if I hadn't written it down in this notebook I had brought along with me on the biketrip. It all seems so ironic now. 
      Then there was this time in Grade 10 when I was in math class, and having such a bad day. You know those days when nothing seems to be going right and nothing in the future looks good? Well, it was one of those days, and Wilson was sitting in front of me in class.  I think it was a review class or something, so everyone was kind of doing their own thing.  I had just been talking to someone that had made my day just a little worse.  I was so stressed out that I put my head on my desk and cried.  When I looked up, I saw Wilson was looking at me.  He gave me a huge smile and starting talking about us playing badminton together that night, and about him taking me snowmobiling, cuz he knew those things would cheer me up. He was always like that - always thinking of things he could do to cheer others up and make them smile, even if he wasn't smiling himself at the time.  I think I'll miss that the most.  He was one of the few people I knew would always be there, no matter what.  I never had to doubt that he cared. 
    There were so many good times that he was a part of.  I remember him being one of the first people to have his lisence, so he was the "driver" and he would take us all in his car everywhere.  We would all spend Friday nights just cruising around town talking.  He took me (and a bunch of other people) to see the LDB fireworks, after I had gone without sleep for more than 60 hours....because of the grad party and then working at the Esso, and then the Red River X.  Anyways, after the fireworks he dropped me off at home, but I could not remember how I got home, I guess because I was so tired.  So I called him up the next morning to ask him, and he told me that he'd dropped me off, and had to watch me to make sure I got to my door okay. He said I was stumbling on my lawn, and he was worried. He told me he was so glad I called, and that I should go back to sleep so I could be awake for a bonfire at his house that night.  Yet again I was left with a big smile on my face thanks to the simple words he said.  Ha, that reminds me - the many bonfires in his backyard rocked, especially since he used gasoline to start them.=) 
    When I was practicing for my driver's test, I forgot how to parallel park, so I knew exactly who to call.  Wilson spent almost half an hour trying to explain it to me on the phone, without getting frustrated! I was thankful enough for that, but then when I was practicing parking with my car on Cameron, he even came by himself to see how I was doing.  He spent part of his Friday night watching me and showing me how I could improve.  He stood outside my car directing me too. =) I don't know anyone else who would do that without me asking them to. 
    All those times that we had so much fun, I just can't stop thinking about.  All those times in the summer when we went swimming at the marina - at midnight!  When I was cold after swimming, he'd give me his shirts to wear, those cool hawian ones. =) And all those times we'd laze around in Cat's house, or in his basement, watching movies and laughing about crazy things.  Every morning at school, I'd be standing by my locker, and he'd pass by me at the same time. I'd say "Hi Wilson!", and he'd always say "HEEY Niler!" in this weird way. It made me laugh every time. 
    I keep thinking of more things to write - even if they aren't memories with morals. They were still good times. But I can't go on forever, so all I can say is that I'm praying for the day when I'll meet up with you again, Wilson, on the other side, so we can continue to have all those good times.  After all, we'll need to make up for a life time! I love you babe. 
LOVE ALWAYS, your popstar (or country star if you insist), 
Nila

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