Jason M. Renwick

In loving memory of my son, Jason M. Renwick, July 7, 1979 to April 9, 2005

Where have the years gone, they’ve slipped away.

The hours seem to blur, night into day.

They say it gets easier as the months pass by.

Why then, when he’s mentioned, do tears sting my eyes?

Such a “goodlooking boy,” the world at his feet, places to see, people to meet.

It all got too much, nothing went right,

He couldn’t find the strength to stay here and fight.

His father cried “Why did he go, didn’t he know we loved him so?”

If he could see the grief of his friends,

He wouldn’t have wanted his life to end.

That was his choice, when all’s said and done.

But oh how I miss “my goodlooking son.”