My son, Jason

As Mother's Day draws near, I am drawn to thoughts of my children.This year is different, of course, for one of my precious children will not be here....he has changed his permanent address from North Carolina to Heaven. So while I will be able to speak to all my other children, and hug most of their necks, and tell each of them how much I love them (and feel unspeakable gratitude that I still have three wonderful children and four wonderful "in law children with me).....I can only reach out to Jason in my heart. So, I sit here in the late hours of the night and recall the precious memories that are Jason. Jake ( as we often call him) was my third child...he came almost a month late(like all the others did) and weighed almost ten pounds. He had big blue eyes and blond hair....and when I saw him, it was love at first sight. As a young child, Jake was very curious and rather solitary. He preferred to tear apart the boom box, rather than listen to it....to walk off down the beach alone, instead of building sand castles with the other kids. Jason had the most beautiful blue eyes....and when he was in trouble, he would look at me with those puppy dog eyes, and I would melt. As he grew into a young man, he had a very funny, quirky sense of humor which was equally matched with a serious, intense mind. When he gave his life to Jesus, he sought after Him with the same passion and intensity that he had when he learned to play the piano, or when he built the beautiful harpsichord or studied German. I always said that all of my children were wonderful, but Jason was the most unique. And he was. In adulthood, Jason's passion for a deep relationship with Jesus intensified. In true Ansley fashion, he never really found a job or profession that captured his heart, mind or imagination(Matt being the exception). When He met Daniela, they sought the will of God with great sincerity, and fell in love, and got married. As a couple, they approached every day, every decision, every move by seeking God's will, searching God's word and listening for God's voice. I will never understand the final days of Jason's life on earth, or why the God that we all love so dearly, chose to take him in the manner that he did. But, I trust His will, His plan, His purpose, His love for all of us and for Jason. So this Mother's Day, my sweet son, Jason, will be with my mother, not me....with our Heavenly Father, not Jerry, and with all the sons and daughters of God, not his earthly brothers and sister. His wife will be with us, when she longs to be with him, his daughter will be with us, when she wants to be in her daddy's arms....but we will love them and hold them, and share our love with them until that day when we will all be together with our precious Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ for eternity.. I will always be proud to be your mother, Jason.....I love you, I miss you....forever.