Jason, A Light Extinguished
He was the sun in their sky, a man whose presence warmed every corner of their world. His face, carved with the kind of beauty that made strangers pause, held eyes that sparkled with a quiet, knowing light. His faith was a river, deep and steady, flowing through their home, guiding their days with love that felt eternal. He was theirs—her anchor, their father, the laughter in their kitchen, the strength in their prayers.
With equal grace, she saw her future in his smile. Their children, mirrors of their beauty and brilliance, carried his gentle humor, his fierce devotion. They were a family woven tight, threads of love and belief binding them. But the world is not always kind to such light. In a moment, a breath stolen by the unyielding hand of fate, he was gone. No warning, no farewell, just silence.
She is left now, a ship unmoored, her heart a map of grief. The children cling to her, their own sorrow a weight too heavy for their young shoulders. They are beautiful still, intelligent still, loving still, but the colors of their world are muted. His absence is a shadow that moves with them, in the empty chair, the unsaid prayer, the laughter that falters before it blooms. She holds them close, her faith trembling but unbroken, seeking the God they both loved, searching for a reason in the wreckage.
He was not just a man, but the heartbeat of their story. And though he is gone, his love lingers, a quiet promise in their tears, a whisper that they will carry him forward, even as they stumble in the dark.
Copyright © 2025 Frank Zahn