Well Nuggetiers it’s Friday. So it’s time for my weekly fit. We all know how much I love to jump up on my soap box and force my opinion on others. Heck I like it so much that last week I pitched it on THURSDAY! But today my heart just isn’t in it.
You see my family lost a dear friend last week. Here is what his family wanted the world to know about him (his official obituary):
Jason Robert Suits, 34, tragically passed away in a car accident, Thursday, July 16th in Brawley. Jason was born in El Centro on March 17, 1975. He attended school in both El Centro and Brawley. He played football for Brawley Union High School, graduating with the class of 1993. Jason lived and worked in San Diego before returning to the Imperial Valley. He was presently residing in El Centro. For the past seven years he was employed by the California Department of Corrections as a Correctional Officer at the Calipatria State Prison.
Jason was an avid reader with Stephen King being his favorite author. He loved all sports especially the New York Yankees. He also loved all things “Irish”; he was born on St. Patrick’s Day and had Irish ancestry. He was a loving son, brother and friend who always had a wonderful smile which lit up the room.
Jason is survived by his parents, Vickie Hovatter of Port Hueneme…..brother, Eric Suits of Brawley; …..
A public visitation will take place Friday, July 24, 2009 from 6 to 8 p.m. at Frye Chapel & Mortuary in Brawley. Funeral services will commence on Saturday, July 25, 2009 at 9 a.m. at Frye Chapel & Mortuary, followed by a private, family burial at Riverview Cemetery.
Family and friends are invited to celebrate Jason’s life Saturday, July 25, 2009 for brunch at 10:30 a.m. at Del Rio Country Club in Brawley.
Jason will be deeply missed by all his family and friends who dearly loved him.
Donations can be made in Jason’s name to Feed the Children, P.O. Box 36, Oklahoma City, OK 73101-0036.
And here is what I knew of “Beanie”, in all the years I knew him I NEVER heard him called Jason unless he was in trouble. Beanie, was my brother. He may not have put my mother through the 2347 hours of labor that her three biological kids did but he made up for it later in life. I have two younger brothers by birth and Beanie was the third by the grace of God. Sure that sounds all trite and mushy but it’s true. He and my brothers met in elementary school and were seldom seen apart there after. Beanie, his little brother Eric and his mom Vicky lived two blocks away from us. I often Beanie (and Eric) sat for Vicky. Beanie would, without fail, try to get away with things when I was taking care of him. It never worked, but he gave it his all. As we got older the four years I have on him vanished in his growing spurt. He ended up somewhere in the neighborhood of seven feet tall.
But for all his intimidating features he had the heart of a child, caring, kind and sensitive. My five foot something mom could make him cry like a baby with a good tongue lashing after the guys got caught sneaking out after curfew. Until his accident he even lived in a home my parents own. Mom only ever had to call and say “the yard looks messy” and Beanie would practically hire a landscape artist just to keep her from getting mad at him. Once he was all “grow up” he put his inside knowledge of our family to use. See my parents are creatures of habit, so dinner is the same time every night. Beanie would time it so that he’d “drop by” just when dinner should be over. He’d then put on his best sheepish face and ask mom if there were any leftovers. She finally got wise to him and just started making extra and wrapping it up for him to take. I bet that kid would withered to only six foot tall if not for my mom feeding him.
Aaron and Jason, my brothers are just months apart. Irish twins if there ever were any! For all the fierce loyalty they have to each other they often fight like PMSing women. Lord they can get into it, knock down, drag out, kickin’ spittin’ fights. Beanie was always the peace maker. Of course it helped that he had a good foot plus and quite a few pounds on both of them. But he rarely had to use those tools. His biggest weapon was his contagious smile backed up by the kindness behind it. If that didn’t work he’d just do something stupid so the guys would have to stop thinking about themselves and come bail him out (nearly in a literal sense from time to time). The heart wrenching irony of this is that my brothers were once again in the middle of one of their epic battles the past month or so. And Beanie went and did something stupid again. He didn’t wear his seat belt and was ejected from his suv. That one act of stupidity took him from us. And once again brought an end to the battle. There have been times in my life that I’d have traded either one (or both) of my brothers for Beanie. He was so easy to love, so kind and even at his size he had a childlike innocence that always made you feel comfortable with him. I know it’s been said, but I’ll say it again…. or I’ll rip of John Mayer.. Say what you need to say. You just don’t know if you’ll ever have that chance again. To my brothers I say, I am proud of you both, love you beyond words and grieve with you today. To my parents I say, thank you, I’m sorry for all the things I’ve ever done to make you cry and I love you. To my children, I am so blessed to be your mom, it’s the best thing I’ve ever done or will ever do, I love you. To my husband, not a day goes by that I don’t look and you and thank God that he brought you to me, you are my best friend, soul mate and I love you forever. To my friends and Nuggetiers, thank you for being here, thank you for being you and thank you for letting me be me.
To Beanie, “I love you man”, I love you like a brother and always will. I’ll never drink another Bartels&Jaymes wine cooler again. For God’s sake why didn’t you wear your dam seat belt you dummy?!!! I miss you.
Now that I’ve been a big bag of boo hoo I leave you with the one thing that helps in times like these.. CHOCOLATE! FREE no less Go here and get yours.