I baptized Jason in the Sacandaga Lake.
I asked forgiveness in the name of heavens sake.
We'd bowed our heads for a moment spent in prayer.
Giving, each, our thanks, for the joy of being there.
That time we spent in the Presense of our God.
Given' sweet forgiveness, right there on the spot!
We raised our heads, we raised our hands,
In Heavens heart we'll gladly stand.
My many thanks, I praise that rift in time,
That moment, Lord, when he was truely Thine.
Again I give my thanks, I gladly do,
For showing us the way, through Him, to You.
Jason Anthony Ahrens
Jason was born at St. Peters Hospital in Albany, NY at 4:54pm by cesearean section. They say, "No pain, no gain." I know they are right. for the child was worth the pain of giving birth and the pain of a lifetime of lessons.
Jason was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at two years old. I had him tested because his food would not stay down and he looked as if he had malnutrition. He also had constant diahrea and tasted of salt when I kissed him. I took Jason to Albany Medical Center Hospital to be seen at the clinic there. They tested him for everything under the sun. We found he had many allergies, but they were not the basis of his digestive problems. "One more test" they said. The sweat test. About a week after the sweat test I heard from the clinic. The test came back positive. I needed to return to the clinic so they could run the test again. They said it was "borderline" and wanted to make sure. I was stunned, but returned to the medical center and let them test him again. It came back positive again. Jason had Cystic Fibrosis. We had a long road ahead of us and a lot to learn about a disease I had never heard of.
The poem below was written by Jason the January before he passed.
by Jason A. Ahrens
All of lifes lessons learned.
From the bridges both
Built and burned.
Step after frightening step.
Moving through life.
A lonely trek.
At times when there is no fear
The road ahead
Is long and clear.
Times I felt you by my side,
Still, from the truth
I tried to hide.
I once heard footsteps,
Two sets, then one.
The second weren't mine.
Jasons Memorial Garden
For my son, Jason Anthony Ahrens
March 7,1972-November 20 2002
Let me walk You to the door of Heaven,
Kiss my hand and take your leave.
When you turn to walk within the Gate,
You need not wear your heart out on your sleeve.
For the love that you have given me
Is woven into every web that I have weaved.
If the crowd does not believe that
Then their hearts have been decieved.
Talk the talk,
Walk the walk,
Enter in and be recieved.
Enter in and be relieved.
On 11/20/02, at three in the morning, as my son Jason lay on his deathbed struggling for his last breaths, nearing the end of a 30 year saga of living with Cystic Fibrosis, the words to this poem came to me with such intensity that I left the room to find pen and paper as the words flowed and the time drew near for him to leave this mortal world. After the few moments it took to jot it down, I returned to his room and read it to him. Though he was not conscious, I know he heard me.
At 8:20 am, Jason took his last breath...
The clouds opened and the sun broke through, telling me he had been met at the Gate.