A CHILD LOANED

“I’ll lend you for a little time A child of Mine,” He said,” For you to love the while he lives, And mourn for when he’s dead.

It may be six or seven years or twenty-two or three, but will you, til I call him back, Take care of him for me?

He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief, you’ll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return, but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.

I’ve looked this wide world over in my search for teacher true, And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes, I have selected you;

Now will you give him all your love, not think the labour vain, nor hate me when I come to call and take him back again?

I fancied that I heard them say,’ Dear Lord, Thy will be done, for all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we’ll run.

We’ll shelter him with tenderness, we’ll love him while we may, And for the happiness we’ve known, forever grateful stay.

But should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, we’ll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand’.

Written by: Edgar Guest

Well Jason, it’s been a year today since I sat down at my computer and read the tragic news of your passing.  A year since I read about the shooting and prayed that it wasn’t you who did that to yourself.  A year since I sat here and cried and screamed for what felt like hours and hours.  I miss you more then you could ever know!

I keep your picture in a frame in my bedroom that proudly hangs on my wall above the computer where I can glance at you when I choose too.  I wonder if you can hear me when I talk to you.  I like to think that you do.  I talk to your mom quite a bit, I cherish her friendship, she’s been a source of strength for me and I for her when we each have a bad day.

I’m getting tattooed today in honor of you, it seems to be the only fitting way to celebrate your life <3

I love you.