Well today I talked to Chris. I really miss that guy. And he brought up Jason, for whom my grief still isnt done with. I loved that kid, he was a good guy, and a soilder with the Army. He was 21, a Ranger in the Army, he'd been to the sandbox a few times, and he'd hurt himself. He was addicted to pills, and his parents were no help. NONE. I have RAGE over that, a boiling sensation that cannot be met with my tears, he was a young man, that ought to have been protected from things that were beyond controll. But his parents were blind to things, and they denied the truth when it was in their face. I want someone to read this and understand that they are never alone, that when they think that they are they can turn to someone to help, a friend. Nothing more.
Jason meant alot to me, he helped me understand that I was never alone, and that I can manage on my own. That I'm better then those that seek to see my demise. That I will outdo them. He alone taught me what everyone else was trying to show me and for that alone he deserved better then he got. He told me things that I never thought could be true. He told me things that I knew, yet DID NOT BELIEVE.
Many thought him a moron, and in his way he was, but he was one of the smartest people I'll ever know and I'll never forget him as some have, some of his so called friends forgot him and let his memory serve nothing. But I wont, and I'll remember his faults and his virtues. Because he wasnt faultless, but i wont let his death go forgotten of the lesson that was taught. I'll never do to my children as his parents did him.
There is a poem in my poetry section I dedicate to him, for those of you that care to think upon a young man that had to die alone, forgotten, even by his own parents, but not by me.
Where it all begins
come and play with me