Jason William Tinsch
June 24, 1980 - March 25, 2002It's hard to believe that it's been six years since Jason passed away. It's still hard when the holidays come, when March 25th comes, and when his birthday comes and passes and we don't celebrate it. They say that you don't realize how much you care for someone until you no longer have them. I think the entire family learned that when we lost Jason. He would be turning 28 this June. Rather than being sad about his death, I want to remember his life. I have a few fond memories: biking with him at Moab, dancing with him at my wedding, and seeing how much he'd grown while I was on my mission. Growing up, I didn't like Jason. He teased me and I couldn't take a joke. Jennifer and Jason were always ganging up on me and it took 20 years to appreciate those times. He was a prankster, even though you couldn't see it in his innocent looking face. I'll never forget when he blew up the neighbors backyard with his friends, and when he would take my dad's truck joyriding before he even had a permit. All I can say is he kept my poor parents on their toes, but boy did we all love him. Now, we all miss him.