Today we buried my precious nephew Jason. The desire to keep driving, and not stop in Farwell at the church was a feeble attempt at making it all not true. I can't say it wasn't tough, but I can say that this was the best funeral I have ever been to. If we all could only be so lucky. What a send off. I guess a lot depends on the person that has passed. The relationship they had with the Lord, and the relationships they had with the folks left behind. Jason lived, loving life. He made sure that everyone, even the men in his life knew that he loved them.
I wish you all could have known him. What a goof ball. I watched him grow up and was always amazed at how he turned out. It was like he picked up a little bit of everyone in the family and then twisted it... really twisted it...or exagurated it. I loved him dearly and will miss him.
His beautiful, strong wife Irene was an inspiration. She will be okay. Jason knew she would be okay. The survivor in her is attractive. Perhaps knowing him will allow her to be goofy occasionally, and embrace that gene in her youngest. Victor and Joesph are the jewels in Jason's crown.
As with all funerals we cherished the gathering together. My Aunt Happy came down from Cortez. She is 91 and still someone that the entire family desires to be near. She was my father's sister, and married my mom's brother. So she is as close to me as you can get without being a parent. Jason was one of her boys. He would go up to Colorado and cut wood for her, or do chores. He always was ready to help her.
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