Dear Jason,

It all came crashing back today,
Like some gods awful storm.
The floodgates opened, and here I am,
The words won't even form.

I know you died in honour,
For some noble ass cause.
It still doesn't help, the pain's still here,
A memory with deadly claws.

At least you've been avenged,
The bastard's dead for good.
Still I can't help think it'd be better,
If you were the one that stood.

If you were the one that stood here today,
Conducting the funeral pyres.
I know it's selfish, I shouldn't think it,
But this pain's an angry fire.

They say it gets better with time,
How long? I want to know.
I should be fine after a year or so,
But I'm not, so I guess I'll go.

Yes, it hurts, but true as they said,
It will get better with time.
The time it takes depends on you,
Wether you move on or whine.

You choose when you heal,
It's all on you.
When you forgive yourself for it,
And really believe it's true.

When you stop beating yourself up about it,
Then the world'll makes sense again.
The pain's still there, but it's scarred over,
Because of the loss of a friend.

Dear Jason, you were many things,
A hero, a friend, a brother.
An inspiration for many a mortal,
A Roman, a Greek, a lover

We'll never forget you,
Of that I am sure,
But we'll learn to deal with the pain.
Until we stand with you, once more,
We'll see you yet again.

(Just something crap I come up with last second)