The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

In Memory of Jason Hudson
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Tuesday morning I woke up to a phone call from Dave and Ryan. What they had to say was way out of the normal for even them. They told me a class mate, an old friend, had died early that morning. His name was Jason Hudson. He crashed into a tree after swerving to miss a deer while doing 80 mph. He also had 2 former class mates (middle school only) in his car with him. 2 girls. One is in critical condition and the other has a broken back.

In 6th grade, he was one of my best friends (Brian, Melissa and him). We were friends all the way through middle school, and he is the reason Charity and I became friends. In fact, he went out with her for 6 months. He was also a co-founder of our anti-prep/conformity group DISMA.

He was in my World Studies class in 10th grade and all hour long we raised hell. We always talked of video games, anime, music, and parties. Then he took a wrong turn in life and headed down the wrong path. He was caught doing drugs in the locker room, and kicked out of school. He never came back and I didn’t even see him unless I was working drive-thru at McDonalds. Every time I seen him though, he was too stoned to even realize it was me. *sigh*

Even if he wasn’t in my life for the last 2 ½ years, he at one point was a part of my life. Now he is gone forever, except for memories. It was really hard holding back those tears last night at his funeral. So many of our friends were there, some I have never seen shed one tear in my entire life (like the guys who used to chase me down and beat me up in 4th grade).

What I heard while there though, made my mouth hang open. As Jason lost control of the car, he yelled “I can’t stop!!!” and just before the impact, the girl said he leaned over her to protect her. The engine came through the dash and completely crushed most of his body. If he had lived, he wouldn’t have legs, and probably wouldn’t be able to talk because his jaw was shattered. If he hadn’t put himself across the girls and the dash, both the girls would’ve been dead authorities say. One girl has a swollen head and possible internal injuries. The other has a broken back. There was a slight chance he may have lived long enough to receive medical attention if he hadn’t protected the girls. *bows head* That was a noble thing he did, and he will forever hold my highest form of respect.

He isn’t the first of our class to die in the last 4 years either. We lost Dennis a few years back. Before that, the Castro sisters. I hope this teaches the ignorant people around here that alcohol and drugs are not worth the danger. You can’t rewind life. You can’t reload from a memory card like you can in a video game. What happens is etched in stone, forever. Jason, you had yet to even experience the greatest things life offered. I pray for your soul to peace and I pray for the people who knew you as well as we did. Good bye forever my dear old friend.

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 1:00 PM