Jason Bedford

Jason lead a full if at times misguided life. He, like myself, was adopted as a baby, which should
have meant the start of something wonderful, but instead contributed to his death.

Jason never dealt with the realisation he was adopted and very quickly turned to drink to help him
blank his tourment out. By the age of 12 he was effectively an alcoholic, yet no-one noticed, only
me, his little sister. I tried and tried to make people see, Jason cried out for help, and still
no-one listened or took notice.

By the time anyone did admit there was a problem, it was too late. Our parents chose to blame and
accuse rather than help and support him. I did all I could and then ran away. Something I will never
forgive myself for.

I will always regret not being able to get to know the lovely, kind, caring man Jason became shortly
before his death. He managed (despite/inspite of our Mother) to sober up, detox, find God but above
all else, find love again, in the arms of his true love, Anita. Though I will be forever heartbroken
at not being able to tell him I loved him, I can live in the knowledge that he died happy and
loved.

I miss you Jay, I love you with all my heart and always will!!!!