Jason, age 14, with Smoke

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How lucky I am to have known someone......
who was so hard to say good bye to...

Dear Jason, Time has passed since you've been gone, And somehow I am still here, but still bewildered. Floundering, unable to make sense of it all. Because there is no sense to you not being here. Nothing is as it should have been, Today is not the way I pictured it when you were little. I thought you would always be here! I thought we had forever together, at least my forever! I wanted the world for you, I would have fetched you stars from the sky if I could have. I wanted you to experience love with a soul mate, I wanted you to know what you meant to me, As you held your baby in your arms. I have replayed our lives in my mind, There are so many things I should have done differently, And if I could have seen the future, I would have. Will you ever forgive me? I didn't know! Jason, my sweetheart, you were everything to me, The most important person in my life, Much more important than myself, I'd have died for you! You were supposed to live! I treasured every moment you were here, Every tear, every smile, every song you hummed, I would look at you and not believe you were really mine, How could I be so lucky as this, did you know that? Your tears could break my heart, Your laughter was my music, You were my rainbow in life, My dreams come true. Oh how I miss you! How I yearn for you! The space where you were is so vacant, so still. I am so sorry that you had to go Honey. I am so sorry you were alone! I had so many things to say to you, I didn't know time would run out! Please wait for me, I so want to see you again, I am so sad without you! I love you Jason Isaac, forever and always. ~~~~~ Mom April 20, 2003 This is a beautiful and loving gift for Angel Jason from my dear friend, Carol, mom to Angel Michael. Our Christmas Angels This is my Stone Boy, a statue I found that looks so much like Jason that it's uncanny. Jason loved hats and also this boy is built so much like him. I placed him next to Jason's weeping pussy willow tree and I plant flowers all around it. Mom and Jason, 1 and a half years old. Jason called himself Mudfox. The fox photo below is for him... In this photo Jason is 13. Dearest Jason, If your spirit was there the night you died, you saw my grief and how I cried. I could not believe you had to go, and over and over I told you so. I stroked your chin, your hair, your brow, in shock, that this had happened now. Beneath your lids, I glimpsed each eye. It was not true, that you could die. Your eyebrows 'neath my fingertips, the whiteness of your precious lips: My fingers brushing through your hair; the pain was more than I could bear. But, I could not leave your side, I touched and kissed and stroked and cried. My tears upon your face did land, I rubbed your arms and held each hand. My fingers made a futile trek to erase the marks upon your neck. Your hands were cool, as were your feet. I wrapped them up to give you heat. I pulled the blanket to your chin, a last attempt to "tuck you in." I wanted so, to comfort you, to make you warm, to pull you through. But mommy's kiss was late this night. My kisses could not make it right. Your face was calm and oh, so blue, but still so beautiful, it's true. You were everything to me, to lose you was not meant to be. It's not just your body I will miss; it's your touch and voice and thoughts, your kiss. Your ideas, songs and how you talk, the way you sleep and how you walk. Your smile, your laugh, your love of rain, your great intolerance of pain. Your love of animals, all our pets and fighter planes and battleships. It's your whistling and the food you ate, your complaints of all the stuff you hate. Your grin when you were filled with joy, the energy of a restless boy. The neverending hum of noise, the sound effects you gave your toys. Christmas, Halloween and such. When you were here, they meant so much. Your arms encircling 'round my neck, your love of space, Star Wars, Star Trek. The way you'd find a quiet nook to sit and read a brand new book. And always ready, on the go to ride 4 wheelers, play in snow, Boating and camping with your dad and dreading schoolwork, oh so bad. The hurt that is the worst for me is what your life will never be. The world was yours as it should have been, but this is now and that was then. If only I could change the past, I would be gone but you would last. For that was how it was meant to be, that you'd be here and missing me. I love and miss you terribly, ~Mommy Jason, age 13, with Bingo

A life so young released to heaven.....
Left on earth, we wonder "Why?"
But some are sent among us briefly....
Some have spirits meant to fly.


Christmas Angels 2006


This is Jason's dog Jackie, doesn't she look as if she is searching for her best buddy?

Jason loved Dale and then Dale died on his birthday, February 18, 2001, that was terrible for me, what a shock!


Dearest Jason

Another year has gone by, but for us Moms and Dads that is a life time for us. Each day that you have been gone, is a life time. With your Anniversary coming up your Mom really needs you. Please Jason send a real strong sign down to her, she needs it.

MY LOVE TO YOU JASON
Sue-Anne~~~Lee'sMom

For Dianna and ANGEL Jason

I cannot say, and will not say
That he has gone, he is just away
Yes Mom I am just away for a while
In a beautiful land they call Heaven

We wander how far Heaven can be
You will know one day Mom
But untill then, live your life
Please be happy, I am fine

So think of me as if I have moved on
And not actually gone from you
That I would never do Mom
You were too good to me
I LOVE YOU MOM

Written By Sue-Anne Aguilera~~~Lee'sMom


GOD BLESS DIANNA
Sue-Anne~~~Lee'sMom

In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera




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In Loving Memory of Jason Isaac Linkinson February 11, 2003 Last updated: April 21, 2009 � 2000 - 2009

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Two people received the gift of sight from Jason's corneas, a 36 year old woman in Winston-Salem, NC and a 7 year old boy in West Virginia.
Jason's heart valves were also needed.