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!!!!