Bittersweet

Sunday Morning. I write this as I wait for everyone else to wake. Slept good, but the moment I wake up the reality of why I'm hear closes in. Jason would have been in the big middle of all these folks, with a trail of kids following him. He, the Pied Piper would have been putting the big ones in charge of the little ones so that "no man was left behind". We have enjoyed seeing each other. Laughing and re-telling. My Aunt Happy arrived yesterday afternoon and with her son and daughter-in-law. So so good to see them. I watch as Judy trys to make everyone comfortable around her. She doesn't want to dwell on Jason too long or she will loose it. Don, bless his heart can hardly finish a sentence. He is just counting the minutes..seconds..playing that loop over and over in his head. The what ifs.
Today we will see Irene and the Boys. I hope that I hold it together. Last night I was trying to come up with an antidote about Jason, that everyone could appreciate...

Jason did not value earthly things. His wife, sons, nephews..family, his friends were what mattered most. That does not mean he did not know the exact blue book on everything that rolled and what he could trade it for.

Heard yesterday that there were people in Irene and Jason's house..which was kind of eerie since the road was still muddy and mostly impassable. It was the Mennonite women from the area...cleaning and washing. What a true blessing those folks are.