Jason Kevin McCarthy

JASON KEVIN McCARTHY
“My Simple Man”

Born in Boston, Massachusetts on September 17, 1982 at 8:09 a.m., he weighed 7 lbs. and was 21” long with reddish light brown hair. He was a beautiful little boy and so easy to care for. I was so happy to have my little boy and we were always very close.

As a child he loved to play with Lego’s and was very good at it. He could make some of the most increditable creations with them. He also liked to play his video games from the time he was very small. He was so good at them and enjoyed mostly car or sports games.

He was also very smart with math. He scored a “99” on the math section of his FCAT test in middle school. This meant that out of everyone tested, he was in the top percentile nation wide. We also got a letter from Duke University, they wanted him to take his SAT’s earlier because they wanted to give him a scholarship and have him join a gifted program to compete with other gifted math kids. He also excelled in electronics. He was the only one to fix a VCR, and if you could fix it, you could take it home. Well, he was the only one in his class to take a VCR home that year.

He graduated high school in 2002 and we were so proud, he was our first to graduate and looked so good in his cap and gown. He was so proud of this accomplishment too, as he put a picture on the fridge and it is still there to this day.

He has two sisters his oldest sister is Melissa and his little sister Heather. He loved them very much. He would always look after them as a brother would. He did more with his little sister because he was the big brother to her and they both had a lot of friends in common.

He loved to be with friends and family. Those were the happier times in his life. He looked forward to Christmas and St Patrick’s Day as these were his favorites. He also loved to play cards with his Uncle Brian and the rest of his cousins. He truly loved having family around.

Jason was an extremely giving person. He didn’t have many processions on this earth, but if he had it and you needed it, he gave it to you. As a child he would give his last piece of candy to his sisters if they wanted it. He would also give to homeless people because he said they needed it more than he did. He worked for two years at Target but struggled there because of his illness. Every year he would give to the Toys For Tots even though he worked part time and didn’t have much money. He had a huge heart and just wanted everyone to be happy.

In his late teens, early twenties, he was stricken with a very serious illness called Schizoaffective Disorder. He had many friends which also included his little sister and loved to “chill” with them. He looked up to his oldest sister and would listen to her because she was older and told his little sister he didn't have to listen to her cause he was older then her. He did have a lot of fun in spite of not feeling himself because he was so ill. Eventually his illness took its toll and he stopped seeing his friends. He didn’t want them to see him that way.

On April 27, 2009 at approximately 5:30 p.m., God saw him struggling so hard, for so long with his illness and called him home. It was the worst day of all our lives but you are now in peace and with our Lord. A beautiful young life cut too short but we are grateful God gave him to us for as long as he did.

WE ALL LOVE YOU JASON AND WE WILL SEE YOU AGAIN!!!!!!! LOVE YOUR MOM AND DAD.



A War Bravely Fought

My son died on his own battlefield. He was killed in action fighting a civil war. He fought against adversaries that were as real to him as his urn is real to us. They were powerful adversaries. They took toll of his energies and endurance. They exhausted the last vestiges of his courage and his strength. At last these adversaries overwhelmed him. And it appeared that he had lost the war. But, did he? I see a host of victories that he has won!
For one thing, he has won our admiration, because even if he lost the war, we give him credit for his bravery on the battlefield. And we give him credit for the courage and pride and hope that he used as his weapons for as long as he could. We shall remember not his death, but his daily victories gained through his kindnesses and thoughtfulness, through his love for family and friends, for animals, and books and music, for all things beautiful, lovely and honorable. We shall remember not his last day of defeat, but we shall remember the many days that he thought he had left, but the intensity with which he lived the years that he had. Only God knows what this child of his suffered in the silent skirmishes that took place in his soul. But our consolation is that God does know, and understands.

The Reverend Weston Stevens, quoted by Norman Vincent Peale

This is how our son lived his life, working so hard to get through each day. The light in his eyes went dark near the end and finally went out.

He had many wars going on within his head and we could see him argue but not out loud and nobody was there. He gave it his best but the monster illness won out in the end. His father and I was very proud of him, he gave it his best effort for over 6 long years. But, you should never have to see your child in so much pain, and NEVER bury your child. Twenty-six years was not long enough, but God only calls home the good ones and he most certainly fell into that category.

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IN LOVING MEMORY OF

Jason Kevin McCarthy
September 17, 1982 ~ April 27, 2009

I am now free,
The restrictions placed upon me
By the confines of my physical limitations
Are no concern.
Flight is swift, but effortless.
The joy cannot compare
To any I've ever known. I am free.
My soul was entrapped in a body
Aging constantly to the point of rage.
The soul now flies free;
I see the light of the stars.
The rush of the wind tingles
Like a cool, morning breeze.
To feel the love of those behind me,
The joy of those who have gone before.
There is peace as I finally see my God.
I will wait, for in time, you too will come.
The Light, The Joy, The Love;
I am now free.

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Jason McCarthy
8/10/00
period 2 What's Significant To Me

In my life alot of things had happened to me. I'ld say that most of it happened at home. My significant place to me would be my house. A lot of rough things and a lot of good times had happened there. Although if these things didn't happen I would not be who I am today. I guess I am going to tell you what happened there in my life.
When I was little, me and my family moved down to Florida a few months after I was born in Massachusetts. We moved in to this small town of Winter Springs where we went house shopping. My mother and father got divorced and then we were left by my father. He moved some where up north, Maine I think, and didn't hear from him again until was about 15 years of age.
My mother moved on and she became good friends with our neighbor, which later became my aunt, and then she noticed my neighbor's brother. My aunt hooked them up together and then he adopted us under his last name. We all, all being me & my two sisters Melissa and Heather and my mother and father went out to eat to celabrate. We always had a good time when we went out.
Every year we have different family get togethers at our house. We always go big on St Patrick's Day and Christmas. We have the whole family come over and believe me it gets crowded. We have fun though playing pool, darts, opening presents, and having the whole family around. My house is very important to me it will always have those good memories.
I am now 18 and me and my sisters are each three years apart. My parents are in their early forties and we all still enjoy the family get togethers. So think you see why my home is so significant to me.

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"I AM" By: Jason Elem. School

I am a boy who likes video games.
I wonder if I could beat all the games in the world.
I hear the sonic spinball.
I see the cars crashing.
I want Game Genie.
I am a boy who likes video games.

I pretend I am sonic.
I feel very happy.
I touch the controller.
I worry that I'll die in the game.
I cry when my games get broken.
I am a boy who likes video games.

I understand I can't have all the games in the world.
I say you should never give up.
I dream that I can be anybody I want to in the game.
I try to beat all the games I can.
I hope I can get a lot of games.
I am a boy who likes video games.

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Jason Elem. School

Nice, friendly, cool and awesome
Sibling of Melissa and Heather.

Lover of playing baseball, living to play Nintendo,and having friends.

Who feels good when it's sunny, bad when it's rainy, and good when I can play outside.
Who needs my mother, my father and my family.
Who gives love to my family, friendship to my friends, and care to animals.

Who fears getting an "F", getting in trouble, and my dad.
Who would like to see my snake talk, M.G.M, and Jaws.
Resident of Winter Springs; Bitterwood Street.

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1994 letter to Mom and Dad.....

Dear Mom and Dad,

How are you doing? I had a wonderful week, we got to go do so many activities. I had a lot of fun.

I finished my story Black Star Bright Dawn. I had a test on it. I also had a english test. Did you know that zaputos = shoes.

I finished adding and subtracting fractions. We are going on to the next chapter called multiplying and dividing fractions.

Sincerely,
Jason
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11/17/1995

Dear Mom and Dad,

I had fun on the mud walk and dry walk to the Enviromental Studies Center. We just finished Science and starting Social Studies. We did a biome project. Sunday we have the parade 3-5:00. WSE Christmas Parade. We doing long division(2 digit estimation) which I had a long time doing. Deputy Allyn is are new DARE officer. Thanksgiving holidays no school for 11/23/95 & 11/24/95. Today was school spirit day. We finished Tuck Everlasting/Bird Migration. We made flash cards and vocabulary test on Wed.

P.S. Hope you like my letter!
P.P.S. Do you like my handwriting?
P.P.P.S Love Ya
P.P.P.P.S. Just wanted you to know I'm done.

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Where Did My Son Go???????


For six years I’ve asked this question…..

Where did my son go, he is here but he is gone.



Where’s the beautiful, joyful boy that God graced me with from above.

He gave, and gave wanting nothing in return but love.



He grew so quickly, made many friends along the way.

A handsome young man who taught me many lessons each and every day.



Six years ago, a monster came to my home.

It sucked all the joy and life from within my son.



It made him feel that he was alone.

Those horrible demons set in deep to his bones.



A monster so cruel it tore into his core.

So, so cruel he couldn’t take it anymore.



Seeing the sadness he held in his eyes.

All I could do was wonder his demise.



Where was that boy, so joyful and bright.

That monster came and took him in the night.



He tried as he could each and every day.

He tried as he could but couldn’t make them go away.



Others would tell me “Jason’s not gone he is here”.

But a mother knows best, and it fell on deaf ears.



No one saw that monster come that night,

But I knew it was here and he wouldn’t win this fight.



Six years ago that monster took my son.

On April 27, 2009, that monster had won.



Now he’s in heaven where the monster can’t go.

Now he’s at peace, no monster anymore.



Rest in Peace Jason, I’ll see you again in heaven some day,

where there are no monsters, and then we can play.



Love,

Mom (foreverjasonsmom)