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rustle through the trees on this brisk October morning in1990. Jason and
his sister Joanna get into the car to drive to school. Jason is driving
this morning. He has just received his permit and is very anxious to
start driving on his own. His sister Joanna is a year older than him and
is showing him the finer points of driving. Today, she decides that he
should drive to school. He takes the wheel and proceeds slowly down the
back roads to Massabesic High School in Waterboro, Maine. These are back
country roads and the twists and hairpin turns cause Jason to drive
slowly and cautiously. He takes each turn with a bit of bravado and his
sister teases him that he is being a 'wimp' and to speed up a bit.
They will be late for school if he doesn't step on it! He presses the
gas pedal down and accelerates but finds it difficult to manage the
steering wheel properly. His sister tells him to watch the road
teasingly but he turns to tell her a smart remark and doesn't see the
embankment ahead of him. Just a second of distraction sends the car down
the embankment and the car rolls over and over and hits a tree. Jason's
head hits the windshield and he is trapped between that and the steering
wheel. He can't breathe and is losing consciousness. Joanna tries
desperately to free him, but is unable too. She does the only thing
possible and that is to escape out of the open window and find
help...fast!
Joanna reaches the house and calls the
ambulance for her brother. They arrive within minutes but Jason is
unconscious. They have to extricate him with the 'Jaws of Life.' He
is taken to the hospital and for three days he lies between life and
death. He is breathing only with the assistance of a respirator. He has
limited brain activity. The doctors take Joey aside and tell him that
Jason will have extensive brain damage and that there is no real hope
that Jason would be normal again. Joey must make a decision whether to
turn off the respirator and let Jason die in peace. He decides that is
the best decision but it is also the most painful one he has ever made
in his life.
Jason and Joey shared a unique bond.
They did everything together from the time he was born. When they had a
free moment, they would be golfing, skiing, traveling and forming a bond
of love remains even beyond the boundaries of life and death. It is a
relationship between father and son that is wondrous and forever.
Jason lived only sixteen years but he
did so much in his short time on Earth. He was an honor student, a
musician, a golf fanatic and a lover of life. He had many, many friends
and a zest for living that is quite unlike any I have witnessed. He had
the kind of boyish charm and he lit up a room when he entered it. He had
a beautiful smile and a kind word for everyone. I have never seen him
get angry but he was fun loving and intelligent. I was Jason's godmother
and when he was baptized in 1974, he had the coolest priest. The priest
had long hair and sandals and beads. He seemed to personify the times of
the seventies. I still smile when I think about that priest. Jason cried
when I held him for the blessing of the water but not for very long. The
ceremony only took a few moments but looking down at Jason, I knew then
and there that this was indeed a special child. It turned out my
impressions were correct. Joe was an enthusiastic and devoted father to
Jason and Joanna. He made sure that he spent time with his children.
Time seemed of the utmost importance to him as well as having fun. He
always enjoyed life and was a bit of a risk taker. He still is. I do not
think I will ever think of my brother Joey without smiling and wishing I
had his life. Golf was a passion that Jason and Joe shared.
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It was almost
religious. They would even attempt to golf when there was a blanket of
snow on the golf course. Jason would just put his mittens on and laugh. 'I must golf!' he would say,
'I love it!'
One year earlier, Jason was pursuing one
of his other passions. Skiing. A few of his friends drove up to Sugarloaf
Mountain and skied for the whole day. If you know Sugarloaf at all, it is
an advanced mountain slope. Jason spent the day schussing and transversing
back and forth down the mountain ski trails for many runs up and down the
mountain. Sunset was illuminating the snow and there is a group of trees
ahead. The sun blinds him for a second and he tries to avoid the trees but
misses and falls right onto his ski pole. The ski pole plunges right into
his head. There is a gush of blood but Jason recovers enough to make it
down the mountain. He drives himself to the emergency room, where the
doctors scratch their heads wondering how he did it. There is a strange
liquid flowing down the back of his throat. He later finds out that was
brain fluid. He was lucky to be alive. The doctors rush to save him and
later, when he is in recovery, the doctors tell him that they are amazed
at how he is even able to speak to them now. A few days later, Jason is
back on the ski slopes like nothing at all happened. He was just that kind
of young man. He didn't let one set back make him stop living. He beat the
odds and he lived for exactly one extra year. Joe told this story at
Jason's funeral. The gift of the 'extra' year. His eyes fill up with
tears of love and gratitude every time he mentions Jason's name.
Jason's bedroom is a testimony to his
personality and his life. He has a collection of model airplanes. The
piano still has the sheet music of the song that was Jason's favorite of
his time, 'Chariots of Fire.' Jason was a very outgoing young man. He
was an accomplished student, skier, golfer, sportsman and had many, many
friends that loved him. I loved Jason very much. I knew that he was
destined for a great life, but that was not to be. Joey and Jason share a
bond that defies death.
Today, Joey takes in exchange students
and his home is open to any one who has a zest for living. He loves to
have fun. He isn't one to sit still and let life pass him by. He wants to
help young people reach their potentials. He is active in Junior
Achievement and is a member of the Chamber of Commerce. He set up a
college fund for the study of music and it would be available to any
eligible student who shares Jason's philosophy of being outgoing and
hardworking. It is called the Jason Hartley Lincourt Music Scholarship
Fund. It is his way of carrying on Jason's musical dreams. Jason lays to
rest in by a beautiful Mousam River by bed of roses at Notre Dame Catholic
Cemetery, Springvale, Maine. Joey visits him each and every day, along
with his wife.
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