A punch to the stomach. That’s how it feels to remember you here. Alive, vibrant. Your expansive personality filled up a room. People knew you were there. You were constantly laughing or doing something to make others laugh. I called you JJ Loud and My Little Mockingbird, because you always had something to say and usually at high volume.
The other night I saw some people you used to hang out with and it unexpectedly brought you back to me full force. It has been a while since I let myself think about how you were in life and I realize I keep it at bay because it is so incredibly painful to remember what I have lost.
I remember you JJ and it Hurts. But I’m glad I haven’t forgotten.
Living Large 
Nobody could forget him. It helps to remember the happy times, and there were many! Thinking of you…
I cannot remember much about the first few months after Jason’s passing. I know that I existed in a make-believe world where death did not exist. Somewhere in the fog I began to grieve.
Losing a child is not a loss that can be denied, ignored, or accepted. It is a travesty. We had been violated and we wanted only … TO HAVE JASON BACK!