This is my little brother. His name is Jason Patrick Shurtz. I miss him. I have found myself over the last couple of days staring at this picture and wondering where did the time go. Wasn't it just yesterday when we were "playing" war in the weeds of Puerto Rico? Wasn't it yesterday when war was over we went in for a PBnJ...Wasnt it yesterday when we shamlessly insulting Wayne till he cried..ohyea that WAS yesterday..nevermind. :)I remember when my mom and dad came home with him from the hospital. I thought they loved me so much that they bought me a REAL baby. And so it goes..I always believed he was mine. No I wasn't always good to him. In fact I was down right nasty to him at times. I still feel bad. Anyone who knows me really..knows I only have one regret in life. That regret is leaving him behind when I left.
Now he is all grown up. A full grown man. Not the turd ,as a narcissistic 15 year old once thought, he was going to be. Nope he is a wonderful father and husband AND a servant to this country. Words cant express how proud of him I am. The way he has handled himself in his darkest hours should be an example to us all. Jason has told me in the past to pick a path and no matter what "stay on that path" J picked his path and though its taken some turns it seems to have always led back to the right one and that path is as simple as being a GOOD man. He is true to his word. He says it like he sees it, and he does what he says he is going to do.
I know he misses home. I hope he knows Home misses him too.
Love ya turd bird ;)
