Canadutch
Eish…
Last night I couldn’t sleep at all. I tossed and turned and couldn’t seem to get comfortable.. I got up at 5:30am and vegged in front of my laptop for a while and when I checked my email I found this:
Yeah. You don’t know me. I’m the younger brother of Jason Sheppard. I’m writing to let you know that Jason has passed away. It’s very sad for me to have to do this and is not easy. I know that Jason was a part of your life a long time ago…but we still thought that you should be informed. If you would like to respond you can to the Address that this eamil was sent from.
…….. *cry*
I responded right away to give my condolences and also to ask if his brother could tell me a little about Jason’s life since we lost touch and how he passed. Also, how on earth after all these years anyone knew to contact me.
When he responded he told me that he is close friends with my highschool sweetheart, and that he told him that I also dated Jason and would probably want to know. That Jason died of a massive heart attack on Feb 2nd at 11:06pm in Vancouver, BC.
Who was Jason Sheppard?
He was a boy I knew when I was a teenager. I’m not sure you could call what we did dating, we were friends, we talked a lot and maybe made out a little. I guess when you are a teenager, that is dating. He was your typical little teenage badass, always in some mischief and I remember how our time together was interrupted from time to time when he was sent to juvie for 6 months here and there. We would write though, much to my mother’s dismay… seeing me getting letters from a teenage boy in jail. I loved it though, because I adored him and I sometimes caught a glimpse of a side of him other people didn’t get to see.
I remember him phoning me asking how to bake a cake, because he wanted to surprise his mother for her birthday. The first time he ever shed that ‘tough guy’ persona and let me see that he could be a total softie and a mama’s boy.
I remember that he used to love to sing and how much I loved it when he’d sing to me. Even if some of the time it was ridiculously dirty songs by people like Too Short.
I remember how mad I was about him, how absolutely gorgeous I thought he was. I’m sure that only improved with age. I never really got to see him when he filled out and became a man as we lost touch when we were still in our teens.. but I’m sure he broke many hearts in his life.
So here’s to Jason, the boy who’s memory still makes my heart skip a beat.
If there is a heaven, I’m sure he’s up there raising a little hell.
