After last week, I've just not been in the mood to blog. I sort of adopted a - so what's the point - attitude. I won't delve into many details of my trip to Texas or the services, but I will say that my cousin and her wonderful husband and their feisty and adorable 4-year-old redhead are so brave and strong and gracious in the midst of their worst tragic days. They spent time with close relatives during a dinner at their church following the services, assuring us that they were coping and welcoming our hugs and fumbling words of support. And Jackson, to the tearful delight of everyone, showed glimpses of his usual self as he donned a purple cape (not sure how it ended up in the church, unless it was a misplaced, glitzy wise man costume of Christmas past) and ran through the halls giggling with his cousins. Jackson has some of Mighty Joe's "might" coursing through his system, I think. The laughter echoing through the halls warmed hearts.
Jason even spoke at Joe's funeral service, held in a gym to accommodate the crowd of friends and family and high school band students who came to mourn the loss of such a precious little one. It was his second funeral in about a month, as the first was for the passing of his father (Joe's grandfather). How he managed to stay composed while sharing thoughts of Joe I'll never know, because no one else could while listening to him.
As best as I can recall, I'll end the way he ended.
"We asked Jackson what he thought there was to do in heaven," Jason told the crowd. "He said there weren't any playgrounds or parks, because heaven is mostly full of old people." And the mourners chuckled through their tears.
"We said, well, Joe's there now. What do you suppose he's doing there right now?, we asked, and Jackson said, 'I don't know. But I'm pretty sure he's fishing with Papa John'."
Jason even spoke at Joe's funeral service, held in a gym to accommodate the crowd of friends and family and high school band students who came to mourn the loss of such a precious little one. It was his second funeral in about a month, as the first was for the passing of his father (Joe's grandfather). How he managed to stay composed while sharing thoughts of Joe I'll never know, because no one else could while listening to him.
As best as I can recall, I'll end the way he ended.
"We asked Jackson what he thought there was to do in heaven," Jason told the crowd. "He said there weren't any playgrounds or parks, because heaven is mostly full of old people." And the mourners chuckled through their tears.
"We said, well, Joe's there now. What do you suppose he's doing there right now?, we asked, and Jackson said, 'I don't know. But I'm pretty sure he's fishing with Papa John'."
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