The song “Come to Jesus” by Chris Rice with the lyrics that my brother and my nieces and nephew – his kids - sang at Jason’s funeral. Pause the audio on the right before playing so you can hear the song.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Blog post from Von Brown
Words fail me when I try to express the grief and sense of loss that I share with all that knew and loved Jason. So I turn to a dear aunt, who was like a big sister to me in my youth for words of comfort and solace at Jason’s passing.
This poem was written by my Aunt Sylvia the day of Jason’s accident as she sat in her husband’s hospital room, his life hanging precariously by a thread. While her husband survived yet another trial, she felt that perhaps the words that came to her that night might also comfort those of us who lost our dear Jason.
As I Rest
By Sylvia Brown Bourne (Jason’s great aunt)
When heavy questions press my mind
About the fabric and design
Of life the Lord would have me lead
A quiet rest is what I need
A prayer of gratitude I send
A sudden peace of soul attend
His loving promises are sure
He’ll help us - we are the threads secure
For clearly – wisely, He does view
The cloths of Heaven’s plans so true
E’en though one thread each day we weave
T’will fall in place - - if we believe
Yes! Sure we know hi s hand will guide,
The shuttle’s movements side to side –
As fully we submit our will to his
Life’s purposes we’ll fill
The bright – the dim threads and the gold
From birth – through youth and tho’ we’re old
His knowing hand will guide the way
The threads may break, the threads may frey
So tho’ the view’s unclear to me
I close my eyes - - in prayer – then see,
that heaven’s light shines ‘round the loom
Doubt – anger – fear – have left the room?
Yes one day!
One thread is all that’s given
“Hold Fast” says He – and surely Heaven
Will attend your weaving task, . . . .
If you sincerely – humbly ask!
So when heart sinks – with furrowed frown
And weavings’ burden I’d lay down –
I grasp his loving hand in prayer
And push the shuttle through my care
Somehow – some way – the day then ends –
I tie the thread.
His Peace descends
Oh yes! Tomorrow’s’ thread awaits
The colors dim – or bright the tints –
It matters not –
For faith attends my weaving
God knows best the threads
This poem was written by my Aunt Sylvia the day of Jason’s accident as she sat in her husband’s hospital room, his life hanging precariously by a thread. While her husband survived yet another trial, she felt that perhaps the words that came to her that night might also comfort those of us who lost our dear Jason.
As I Rest
By Sylvia Brown Bourne (Jason’s great aunt)
When heavy questions press my mind
About the fabric and design
Of life the Lord would have me lead
A quiet rest is what I need
A prayer of gratitude I send
A sudden peace of soul attend
His loving promises are sure
He’ll help us - we are the threads secure
For clearly – wisely, He does view
The cloths of Heaven’s plans so true
E’en though one thread each day we weave
T’will fall in place - - if we believe
Yes! Sure we know hi s hand will guide,
The shuttle’s movements side to side –
As fully we submit our will to his
Life’s purposes we’ll fill
The bright – the dim threads and the gold
From birth – through youth and tho’ we’re old
His knowing hand will guide the way
The threads may break, the threads may frey
So tho’ the view’s unclear to me
I close my eyes - - in prayer – then see,
that heaven’s light shines ‘round the loom
Doubt – anger – fear – have left the room?
Yes one day!
One thread is all that’s given
“Hold Fast” says He – and surely Heaven
Will attend your weaving task, . . . .
If you sincerely – humbly ask!
So when heart sinks – with furrowed frown
And weavings’ burden I’d lay down –
I grasp his loving hand in prayer
And push the shuttle through my care
Somehow – some way – the day then ends –
I tie the thread.
His Peace descends
Oh yes! Tomorrow’s’ thread awaits
The colors dim – or bright the tints –
It matters not –
For faith attends my weaving
God knows best the threads
Monday, March 8, 2010
Jasons Obituary from the Daily Herald
Jason Archibald Brown
Jason
Archibald Brown
1984 ~ 2010
3210LIFT-OFF!
On March 2nd, 2010 Jason Archibald Brown had his lift-off and began a new adventure.
Jason was born September 28th, 1984 to MaryLee and Daniel Von Brown in Wheat Ridge, Colorado and is the younger brother of Scotty and Mike. Jason's love for life is contagious to all around him. His passion for carpentry, welding and creating beautiful things with his hands is unmatched and easily seen by everyone. Jason's natural gift of making everyone feel special and motivating them in a gentle and positive way, makes everyone want to be around him. He has always been the life of the party and so much fun to be around.
Jason married the love of his life, Bailey Paige Jones, on July 25th, 2009.
They moved to Phoenix where Jason has been working for the past 4 years as a Telecom Technician for Wireless Systems. He can fix, rig and build anything for anyone and it's always so fun to watch him work. He is notorious for putting his whole heart into everything.
Along with his work, Jason loves to go on walks, play Nintendo, go bowling with his "SpongeBob Bikini Bottom" bowling league buddies, go camping and shooting, listening to music with his kick-butt' stereo subwoofer, snuggling with Bailey, and riding with Bailey on his bike. He loves learning new things, loves a challenge and, of course, loves to watch SpongeBob.
Jason, you're the absolute BEST and we love you more than anything. Thanks for always putting me first.
No More Migraines, Babydoll!
Services will be held Tuesday, March 9th at 1:00 pm at the LDS Lakeridge Chapel, 665 South 200 West in Orem, Utah. Visitation at 11:30 am. Interment will be in the Provo Eastlawn Cemetery. Condolences may be sent to the family at www.olpinmortuary.com
In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the Jason Brown Memorial Fund, care of Wells Fargo Bank for headache research by the Department of Neurology at the Mayo Clinic.
Archibald Brown
1984 ~ 2010
3210LIFT-OFF!
On March 2nd, 2010 Jason Archibald Brown had his lift-off and began a new adventure.
Jason was born September 28th, 1984 to MaryLee and Daniel Von Brown in Wheat Ridge, Colorado and is the younger brother of Scotty and Mike. Jason's love for life is contagious to all around him. His passion for carpentry, welding and creating beautiful things with his hands is unmatched and easily seen by everyone. Jason's natural gift of making everyone feel special and motivating them in a gentle and positive way, makes everyone want to be around him. He has always been the life of the party and so much fun to be around.
Jason married the love of his life, Bailey Paige Jones, on July 25th, 2009.
They moved to Phoenix where Jason has been working for the past 4 years as a Telecom Technician for Wireless Systems. He can fix, rig and build anything for anyone and it's always so fun to watch him work. He is notorious for putting his whole heart into everything.
Along with his work, Jason loves to go on walks, play Nintendo, go bowling with his "SpongeBob Bikini Bottom" bowling league buddies, go camping and shooting, listening to music with his kick-butt' stereo subwoofer, snuggling with Bailey, and riding with Bailey on his bike. He loves learning new things, loves a challenge and, of course, loves to watch SpongeBob.
Jason, you're the absolute BEST and we love you more than anything. Thanks for always putting me first.
No More Migraines, Babydoll!
Services will be held Tuesday, March 9th at 1:00 pm at the LDS Lakeridge Chapel, 665 South 200 West in Orem, Utah. Visitation at 11:30 am. Interment will be in the Provo Eastlawn Cemetery. Condolences may be sent to the family at www.olpinmortuary.com
In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the Jason Brown Memorial Fund, care of Wells Fargo Bank for headache research by the Department of Neurology at the Mayo Clinic.
Post from Grandma Brown
In the summer of 1986, we had the pleasure of having Scott, Michael and Jason stay two months with us to give their mom a break. This was just before Jason's second birthday and he was still in diapers. He hated to have his diaper changed no matter how gross it happened to be and there was always a struggle to change him. I had him lying on the floor in an upstairs bedroom and trying desperately to hold him down and change his diaper. I had almost reached my boiling point and I raised my hand to give him a little spat. With my hand raised, I looked down at him. He seized the moment and looked up at me with those adorable eyes and said; "I wove you too, Grandma." Needless to say, the spat turned into a hug and Jason became even more dear to me.
Grandma Brown
Grandma Brown
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Patti Keating Post
The first time I met Jason, I knew there was something very special about him. When he came to New Jersey from Utah, my mom thought it would be a great idea for Jason to come visit Rutgers University with us. As we sat in an auditorium listening to one boring speaker after another, Jason decided to pull out his fire fighter’s knife and give himself a manicure. With everyone staring at him, he leaned over and whispered in my ear he wanted to look good for the big tour. I knew from that moment on, Jason Brown would forever change my life. I spent the majority of my senior year in high school listening to Tool or anything Maynard James Keenan had to do with, watching Courage the Cowardly dog and going to Wendy’s with Jason. He quickly managed to become on of my best friends in the short amount of time I had known him. Jason planned on taking me to my senior prom but had to go back to Utah a week before. I have and always will love Jason for the person he was and the person he inspired me to be. Even after the countless memories, I am still at a loss for words as to how much Jason meant to me. Before he went back to Utah, I stole the spider he had captured and encased in silver. As he left my house, I told him what I had done and he said I could give it back to him the next time I saw him. I still have your spider, Jason and I promise I’ll give it back to you next time we meet. I love you and I miss you more than you can even imagine.
and...
Damn Jason, I just can't believe you are not here with us. You were one of my ducklings sweetie. I always thought of you as one of my own. How amazingly talented you were. How much fun were you and God how much do I love you. I know I was only your substitute mom but I always felt like I was your mom. You went through so many hard times and I always knew you would get through them
This world will be a much sadder place without you and my heart is broken. A rebel without a cause... both you and Uncle Steve. Damn Jason why did you have to leave us? Will always miss you sweetie you were amazing!
Love,
Mom too
and...
Damn Jason, I just can't believe you are not here with us. You were one of my ducklings sweetie. I always thought of you as one of my own. How amazingly talented you were. How much fun were you and God how much do I love you. I know I was only your substitute mom but I always felt like I was your mom. You went through so many hard times and I always knew you would get through them
This world will be a much sadder place without you and my heart is broken. A rebel without a cause... both you and Uncle Steve. Damn Jason why did you have to leave us? Will always miss you sweetie you were amazing!
Love,
Mom too
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Steve and Jason Convo
Steve:
"I was telling a drunken story about you and told everyone I loved you, then I told my friend I'd rather marry you than him and he almost cried."
Jason:
"Well S*$%!!!! Let's go to San Francisco and get hitched. I'll let you be the man for a few minutes."
"I was telling a drunken story about you and told everyone I loved you, then I told my friend I'd rather marry you than him and he almost cried."
Jason:
"Well S*$%!!!! Let's go to San Francisco and get hitched. I'll let you be the man for a few minutes."
Friday, March 5, 2010
From Gene Doane
I worked with Jason in Arizona for three years, and our crew is highly specialized in public safety communications and a tightly knit team which Jason was very much a part of.
We not only work together, we play together. I was on Jason’s bowling team, “The Bikini Bottoms” (Spongebob Squarepants was Jason’s favorite cartoon) and we’d had a very winning night the Monday before the terrible accident. We swept the three games, and won every one of them. Jason was both a great teammate and a very good friend.
I went to the Super Bowl party he threw last month and it was hilarious for a few reasons. We’d had an office “Fantasy Football” pool and Jason WON IT. Hands down won it, and Jason doesn’t follow football. He only made three trades over the whole season and won the pool hands down. Then, we didn’t even watch the Super Bowl, we were laughing too hard playing Super Mario Bros. Wii four-player with him and his wife Bailey and they’re actually GOOD at it. But then Jason was the kind of guy who put his mind to something and he’d always be good at it.
The portrait attached is a plaque one of Jason’s coworkers crafted, the artists name is Albert Daigre and the signatures and messages are all from people here who worked with Jason and loved Jason. Having had Jason on my team, both at work and at play was a pleasure. His confidence, his ability, and his imaginative craftsmanship were a fantastic addition to our team, and now a horrible loss as well.
Jason’s quirky humor, quick wit, imagination and easy smile will be sorely missed. He was the kind of guy who made friends everywhere he went.
From Dane Hirst
I met Jason Brown in 7th grade. I can still remember wanting to be friends with him because he was so much “cooler” than me but was still genuinely nice to me every time he saw me. I was very shy in junior high school and didn’t have many friends, but Jason went out of his way to say hi to me every time he saw me. Jason was always like that. He had a way of making people feel special and important. He was one of the few people that I have ever known that was a truly good listener. Most people love to talk about themselves, but Jason loved to talk about you. He probably knew more people’s closest secrets than anybody I know because everybody knew that they could tell him anything and know that he would listen caringly and they could trust him.
Jason and I became close friends near the end of high school. Jason, Joe Hall, and I spent most of our time with each other. Those were some of the best times of my life. Jason always made sure that we had something fun to do whether it was going “rolling” at Rock Canyon Park (he perfected a technique for somersaulting down steep grass hills), going hot-tubbing at Parkway Crossing in Betty Boop thongs, or cruising around town on my scooter in nothing but girls board shorts, trucker hats, and smiles. Some of my very favorite memories are with Jason and Joe.
I will forever owe Jason Brown for introducing me to my wife. He had no intention of us getting married, he just thought I needed to “get sum” but I fell for her eventually anyway.
I lost touch with Jason over the last few years which makes me very sad. I wish that I had been able to share in the happy moments of his life and share mine with him, but I will carry all the wonderful memories I have with me for the rest of my life. My heart goes out to his wonderful wife Bailey and the rest of his family. Jason Brown will be sorely missed but never forgotten.
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