It is indeed out of heightened sadness that I write to share some of the joys I have experienced when we were all younger. The image of Jason will remain indelibly imprinted in the annals of my memory.
I recall with much fondness and nostalgia, visiting Mama and Papa in the country and listening intently to tall “country” tales as recounted by Jason and David, in their characteristically jovial manner. My laughter seemed to go on unendingly for the duration of my visit, as the guys just simply “cracked me up” with jokes. To this silly girl from Kingston, those country tales became an unforgettable part of what became, the repertoire of childhood memories- ones I have repeated to my own children and mentees, as I reminisce nostalgically on the joys of my childhood in Jamaica.
I also recall visiting the country and accompanying Jason to Knox College, where he had so impressed the faculty with his academic prowess, that he was offered an unprecedented teaching position in he Chemistry lab, prior to him attending University. As I look back, I am reminded of how proud I was of my cousin as I shared in his accomplishment.
My last memory of Jason, while quite emotionally charged by challenges he was experiencing, was again a beautiful one. I took both of my children, Jalil and Raja, on a trip to Jamaica and we visited the country. Being dog lovers like their mom, the boys immediately began to embrace the many yard dogs Mama had running loose in the yard. Recognizing that Jalil and Raja had no experience with handling “yard dogs,” Jason took them under his wings and gently introduced the boys to the dogs and their puppies. I left the children with Jason and went with his brother, David, to Christiana market. Upon my return, I saw Jalil and Raja and Jason sitting on the grassy common, covered over with white marl and red dirt, hugging the filthy dogs, and simply having a grand time. The boys had only just met Jason, but it was as though they knew each other for a lifetime. Jason imparted to my children something I have always treasured about my visits to the Jamaican countryside–that purity and genuine freedom of spirit to simply “BE” a part of the simple beauty and innocence of the rural landscape. I will forever treasure Jason and the simplicity of his existence, for imparting this beauty and kindness to my children.
In that God deemed Jason ready to be called home at such an early age, I am even more convinced of the old adage which states, “only the good die young.” I believe unequivocally that it was Jason’s purity in spirit, his simplicity and his inability to be perverted by, or accept the harsh cruelties of life on earth, that made our father, in his infinite wisdom, ascend our dear Jason into peaceful eternity.
In all Jason has been to us, and all he will become in his eternal resting place, he will forever be the purely brilliant young man of my memories, with whom I had the honor and distinguished pleasure of sharing familial ties.