Funeral service for my buddy Jason, which was not actually a service for understandable reasons, was at 1pm this afternoon. He and I used to have a blast back in our Jr High and High School days...skipping school, getting f’d up, hunting, fishing, hunting two-legged dear. We used to give ‘em hell back in those days. It was good times.
I feel sorry for his mother...she lost her husband years ago...he was a good, tough man, didn’t take *s-wordt off no one. He was a hardcore alcoholic but was a good, fair man...if that makes any sense. Jasons’ Dad was a tough one. Jason lost his only older brother a couple of years ago, John. He was a tough one as well...damn good guy, former Army Airborne, Ranger and Delta Force...he shined and was no one to mess with. John and I worked in C-17’s together for a few years, several years ago, then he took another job on base. Their mother Agnes is the only one left. She still lives at the same house they all grew up in...it’s only a few miles from my house. I’m gonna go see her next week...it’ll be a hard visit, haven’t seen her in a few years, but I gotta do it.
Didn’t mean to vent...just wanted to say something about my friends, these folks. I said a prayer for Jason exactly at 1pm today...only thing I knew to do.
