From my journal dated June 18, 2002:
“We had such a good day together the day before the accident…other than trying to get everyone to clean the house, which seemed so important at the time. I remember being frustrated that it seemed no one wanted to help. I wish I could go back and not be frustrated. It’s not worth it…and now he’s gone. The house and the mess are still here, but he’s not.
Jason and Jenna went to coffee at Starbucks and then picked Alina up on the way…and then came back here.
Joe and I had been watching TV. We usually just turned the TV and bonus room over to the kids and their friends so they could have some space. But Jason said, “You don’t have to go,” so we stayed up for a while and watched ice skating with him and Alina. And then I went to bed.
That’s the last time I saw Jason. My precious boy. I miss him so much.”