I was dreaming and to type the whole dream would take too long, except to say that Jason appeared and took a microphone and told the group (he was a little boy and I think he was talking to a group of people in prison) how much he loved me and that they should listen to me because I know what I am talking about. Jason did marijuana that I know of. He did other things but there was nothing in his body when he died. This is the first time I am able to write this. Anyway, whether he just had very small arteries or whatever he did or smoked had anything to do with the arteries, I will never know. But, at 7:30 AM the phone rang and it was his friend Matt. We were fast asleep. My husband was not the nicest to him. Matt is an alcoholic, whose mother died, also an alcoholic when she was in a one car crash. He was also in a drunk driving crash several years ago and was in a coma and left with some memory impairment. He swore off the alcohol but, as some do, he went back to it and crashed again. He was in jail for over three months and his family did not come to see him. I did not go either. I felt that he needed to see what it was like to be outthere, all by himself. Well, when he got out of jail, he started to go to AA and two very good people have become his sponsors. Anyway, he called to wish me a happy mother's day and to tell me that Jason has come to him very often. It was a tough day, but Jason will alway be in my heart.
I hope you all were in as much peace as possible.
Rebecca Jason's Mom