Our Son Jason Robert Fields
Jason was born January 3, 1981. As a baby, he was very easy. He only cried when something was wrong. As long as he could see his father or myself, he was happy. As Jason grew, he was still a good boy. He never gave us any reason to worry. I once heard him tell a friend that he stayed at home most of the time because his parents were fun to hang out with. As a teenager, Jason still never gave us problems. He never used drugs, or even drank very much. He said he preferred to be in control of what was happening. He had lots of friends but still spent most of his time at home. It was where he liked to be. When Jason turned 18 I dreaded the day he moved out. But he didn’t. He stayed with us and even helped pay bills. He never tried to change rules. He knew he could come and go as he wanted, but he always told us where he was going, when he would be home. He didn’t want us to worry about him. Jason finally moved out when he was 25. He got an apartment and moved in with his girlfriend. His apartment was down stairs one apartment to the left of ours. He joked saying he had to be close enough to borrow food. From 2007 to 2012, my husband and I lived in Texas, 3 hours from Jason. I believe we all grew a little. We realized our little boy was a man, Jason learned he could survive without us. But we still talked every day and visited often. When we moved back, Jason had a new girlfriend and life. He was happy. In 2013 he finally achieved the one thing he wanted most, he became a daddy. I had never seen him happier. Jason lived for 34 years, 3 months and 3 days. During that time he brought so much joy to our lives. He will always be loved, always be missed.