Childhood Leukemia Story - Jason - 18 - Epilogue

Jason Story of Child LeukemiaEPILOGUE

One day, while out walking, I saw three of Jason’s former classmates. It was wonderful to see them, but I was amazed at how grown up they looked. How would Jason like being a teenager? It seemed odd that his friends had continued to grow and change. They, like Jason, were frozen in my mind as fifth graders.
I missed Jason. How could he be gone? When I closed my eyes I saw him laughing and joking with these friends as they walked along the sidewalk. He wore the same tan jacket and black sneakers, carried his books and listened to Ming telling a joke. Stacy and Jared looked on, smiling. Quickly, reality returned, and I found myself driving to the cemetery. It had been a long time since I had been to his grave. The polished granite marker read —Jason Vitale February 7, 1979- January 30, 1991 Home in heaven —Jesus died for me. Emptiness shook me. What had I expected to find here, after all? The words of the verse, Why seek ye the living among the dead. He is not here... echoed in my mind.I imagined Jason shaking his head as he watched his mother, standing alone in a cold cemetery; just because she wanted to be near him.
I thought of the warmth, brightness, and beauty of heaven.
Jason was with the Lord. My emptiness vanished; I did not belong here. Looking upward, I smiled and blew Jason a kiss.
The three years since Jason’s death have passed quickly. I know much good has come from our loss. Several people, including Ronnie — Jason’s friend from Pennsylvania — has trusted in Christ as their personal Saviour. I would like to think that many others, unknown to us, have done the same. My parents, apart for fifteen years, were remarried.
At times, when missing Jason, I picture him here, a part of the chaos we call family life. He is holding Ashley — a sister he has never seen — or laughing at Sarah’s antics, helping MaryEllen or Bryan with their schoolwork or teasing Bethany. It is nice to think that he is not missing us. And I am comforted by his words, “Life’s tough, heaven is better.”