It's hard to put into words the perfect sunset
The pleasant smell of spring
The song of the birds at sunrise
The death of a friend named Jasper
(How could this have happened?).....Jasper's Dead!.....that's what Susie said.....(Again, What was that?).....Jasper was killed this morning on Cliff Drive (I knew she was in shock).  He was with Tommie and a young girl named Misty.....(How could this have happened?)

They struck a tree.....(I have to be at the hospital as soon as I can).....I hang up the phone, look across the table at an appointment with a new student.....I have to go.....my friend was just in a car accident.....(He's Dead).....(Did I hear right).....Jasper's Dead.....The young girl Misty is dead also.....A student tells me it's Misty Dafferon.....Another student.....Two students.....Dead!!!!  (That's what Susie said.....girl named Misty....could it be I'm dreaming....no, I'm awake).  I dial the phone.....Kris!  This is Mr. B....The Police say the other deceased student was Misty Dafferon, call and see, call me back....Later I find it is a young girl named Misty Sutton....I dismiss school for the day.....Begin calling parents to pick up students.  The phone rings.....News wants information about what kind of person Jasper was.

(....Was!!!!..Was!!!!..Was!!!!)  It still hasn't sunk in, Jasper is dead.  News says, He died this morning....early....(that's what Susie said...Her son is Dead)....I can not give you any information until I speak with the parents and get their approval....It's been less than two hours....(they want an exclusive)....(they butter me up)  say they will treat it proper in a way so people will know what kind a person he was...(No!!!)

I am sorry, I cannot comment at this time....Some time later....news crew's outside....I ask them to leave...I have to take a student home to Greenwood...I speak to him on the way about Christ....I stop to let my Wife know I'm back in town...Going to the hospital...(Dead...Jasper is Dead...Susie said Jasper is Dead.) 

I see other students  Nick....Adam...Matt...They are on the way to Pocola to tell everyone...(Dead, Jasper is dead)..... He was killed when the car struck a tree (Misty also dead)....On the way to the hospital....(WHY!!!! What can I say to comfort....What can I do to ease the suffering. Jesus give me Wisdom.)...At the hospital, my knees are weak.. I am sick to my stomach...not knowing what to do...I just know I'm suppose to be here....I lost a friend.. I see him, he's dead just as Susie said he's dead...Praying with family..(I need to be here but,...feel like running away screaming...a young man..my friend...her son... Gone!!!...never to be here again).

Jasper is my friend who is gone. Why he left I do not know...wrong place at the wrong time...right place, his time...I do not question God...I just know I will miss Jasper....I love all my students with unconditional love, no matter what they have done...doing...or will do....Some of my students are nicknamed "throw away kids"  kids that just don't fit...Who is to say what is a Square Peg or what is a Round Hole...God made all of us different....some like us, some don't.  It doesn't matter...God loves us...I still haven't understood everything in this situation, but I know that Jasper will never be forgotten by me and he will have an influence on my life until I take my last breath.

Brian Womack
Jasper's Friend
October 11, 1999


It's hard to put into words the perfect sunset
The pleasant smell of spring
The song of the birds at sunrise
The death of a friend named Jasper