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very good memorys of jason  / Alexis Law (daughter)

I remember when i would ride my bike and would have to have it aired up by jason. It just isn't the same anymore.
 Then when i was making my awana grand prix car me and jason would find the tools and get right to it and have lots of fun.  Jason had lots of examples and ideas for me to chose from and get ideas.  we miss him so much and want him back so badly.  We all think of him every day.


                                                             -lexis

One Last Time  / Amy (Jason's wife )  Read >>
One Last Time  / Amy (Jason's wife )
One Last Time

 You weren't here on this day.
We missed you in every way.
You left so long ago.
To fly with angels from up above.
Flowers bloom and die.
Days passed by.
Your arms are not here to hold me.
Once again I look for a sign.
Something to believe you're here with me.
Take me out to fly.
I want to see your face one last time.
Trying to hold back so many tears.
Letting you drift out of my mind.
You'll never leave my heart.
But as time passes,
you fade.
I wish the hands of time could turn back.
Letting go of your smile,
never left my mind.
You'll always be up above.
Just show me a sign.
Reach out your hand one last time.
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Daddy's Day  / Amy Mcvey (wife)  Read >>
Daddy's Day  / Amy Mcvey (wife)
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories,
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far...
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Daddy's Hands  / Amy Mcvey (wife)  Read >>
Daddy's Hands  / Amy Mcvey (wife)
Daddy’s Hands

©Nancy L. Meek 2003

Castles on the beach

Made with buckets full of sand

And tiny sandy fingers

Cupped inside my daddy’s hands

Slipping down the slide

My daddy was so tall

He held my hand the whole way down

Afraid that I might fall

Running to the swings

Yelling, ‘Push me, Daddy, please!’

He placed my hands upon the chains

And gave a little squeeze

Crayons on the floor

Trying to stay within the line

My sympathetic daddy

Wrapped his fingers around mine

Hands on handlebars

Learning to ride my bike

Daddy’s hands were awfully strong

I peddled as he hiked

Castles on the beach

Washed away by rushing tide

But memories can’t be washed away

Despite the hands of time

Daddy’s hands on mine

Too soon were moved away

Still, I’ll always feel them there

Forever and a day
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The Interview With God  / Amy (wife)  Read >>
The Interview With God  / Amy (wife)

Someone sent this website to me. When viewing it, I was reminded that Jason has seen all these beautiful places- visited those majestic ranges and waterfalls. I can imagine him soaring over the plains with the golden wheat fields and the lavender blooming. The frame of the deer on a misty morning helps me feel closer to him. How exciting it would have been be to have shared the images with him for the first time, witnessing them first hand- for real, right next to him. But I know he was right here with me as I watched them this way. I hope you feel him with you daily like I do. Jason gives me the hope to carry on and shares gentle direction with me so I may make the best choices I am allowed. I miss Jason, but I KNOW he is not gone.

http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/

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Daddy's Hands poem  / Amy Mcvey (wife)  Read >>
Daddy's Hands poem  / Amy Mcvey (wife)

I remember Daddy's hands
Folded silently in prayer
And reaching out to hold me
When I had a nightmare.


You could read quite a story
In the calluses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left
Their mark behind.


I remember Daddy's hands,
How they held my Mommy tight,
And patted my back for something
I'd done right.


There are things I've forgotten
That I loved about that man,
But I'll always remember the love
In Daddy's hands.


Daddy's hands were soft and kind
When I was crying,
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle,
But I've come to understand ...
There was always love
In Daddy's hands.


I remember Daddy's hands
Working till they bled,
Sacrificed unselfishly
Just to keep us all fed.


If I could do things over,
I'd live my life again,
And never take for granted
The love in Daddy's hands.

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