When Mark and I got married, I felt so special and felt like the luckiest bride on Earth. My two oldest boys, Johnathan & Jason walked me down the asile. I could see the pride in their faces as they had me by their sides. Jason, please always stay by my side, like you did that day.
A clip of Jason saying "MOM"....Oh how I miss hearing those words from him...
Jason loved to go on the scary rides with me. No one else wanted anything to do with roller coasters or super fast rides, but Jason would run up to me and say, "oo, oo, I'll go on it with you!!" I knew I always had a partner for the rides when Jason was here.
Jason and I sure had a good time together. I miss him greatly.
Jason was one of my biggest fans when it came to my homework. Each night he would ask me, "Mom, do you have any homework?" The answer was normally "yes", and then he would like for me to explain what my homework was for that night. Whenever I feel discouraged or overloaded with school, I think of his support and interest in my schooling. It means so much to me that Jason was present at my graduation. I could tell by the look on his face that he was proud of his momma!
I miss doing all the fun things we did with you, Jason. I am so happy and thankful that we got to have so many fun family times with you.
Jason, you were a good son. God blessed me with 11 years with you! Although there are times when you'd make me want to pull my hair out, you brought so much happiness to my life, as well. I look forward to the day that I can hold you once again. I love you son!!
My Mom Is A Survivor
by Kaye Des'Ormeaux
My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...a smile of disguise.
But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom...through Heaven's open door.
I try to tell her that angels protect me forever more.
But I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart that time won't ever heal.