One More Sonrise
Organized by: mara grose
December 04, 2016
The letter reads "mom, I've found the perfect place to raise my son. There's room for you and we want you to move down here with us and take care of your grandson while we get on our feet."
Jason Stone is my son and he sent that letter in May of 2011. Three monthes later he was murdered, on August 18, 2011.
People have asked me how can I live here where my son was killed. It is because of the love between a parent and child, a bond unlike any other, powerful and eternal. It gives me strength and determination to survive and to try and do the impossible for him.
This perfect place was a renewed beginning for Jason. After a long separation from his wife they reconciled and needed a place of their own. He fought hard to get this, having 2 jobs and sleeping at one or in his car until he saved up the rent and security deposit. With incredible faith and perserverance he did it.
This perfect place is full of Jason. Only I have lived here since his death. His labors of love are all around, the walls he painted, colors he chose, the hooks and nails he placed, the shelves he built. His many pictures, writings and letters. His workclothes left on the floor near the shower that night, gum and change still in the pockets, wrapped and put up with his other belongings. His ashes. In the photo you can see the front door Jason painted. Those 3 bottom panels were done by his toddler son, daddy's helper in all things. Jason left them "as is" , one of the countless ways he made sure his little boy knew how much he mattered.
The word sonrise is who Jason was throughout his life. There were many times when he was knocked down-financially, emotionally, circumstances and consequences that dealt him losing hands. Yet he overcame them beyond just surviving the hits. He rose back up as though he had been dipped in silver, shining with resolve and tenacity that inspired everyone around him. He was a young man, a father, a son, a grandson, a brother,an uncle , a cousin and a nephew, full of faith and promise and infinite loving kindness.
And so here I am, asking for arms to raise up my son once more, to save his perfect place for his children. His home for his son and daughters to come whenever they want or need to be with their dad. To find within themselves all the faith and inspiration he intended for them.
For nearly 5 years I've struggled and worked hard to pay the rent and care for his home. Recently I was notified that a realtor will be coming to do an assessment. The homeowner is ready to sell and my time here is running out. To have and keep Jason's perfect place means that my own life can begin to grow and achieve, and that his dream of bringing his family together will be alive again.