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Mom's favorite
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JASON ROUSSEL THOMPSON
MARCH 23,1982 ~ MAY 30,2000
REMEMBERING JASON
Jason, Dad, Mom & Kristi
Cool Dude
One of the last pictures taken of Jason
"Guide My Spirit, Oh Lord" by William Hallmark is provided courtesy of Christ-Centered Art
On Tuesday, May 30th my wife and I went to work, just like any other day.  Mary came home to an empty house.  Jason, Tyffannie and Jesse had been at our house and had eaten, but had left before she got home.  They had left her, what we called a "love trail".  Dirty dishes in the kitchen.  She cleaned up the kitchen and waited for me to come home from work.  I didn't get home until 8:00pm or so.  Mary had dinner waiting for me.  I wasn't home very long and we got a phone call.  Mary answered the phone and it was Donna Stoner.  She was surprised at first, it was awhile since they had talked.  But not a moment went by when I saw the expression on Mary's face change.  When she hung up she was running for the bedroom to change yelling the boys have been shot.  They are up at Cost Cutters.  The phone rang a second time. This time it was Chris Gulsvig.  I yelled into the phone what is going on, where is Jason, what hospital did they take him to?  An officer took the phone from Chris and told me that I better come quickly.  I asked how Jason was again and he told me that he wasn't breathing.  Mary and I jumped into my pick-up and I ran every light between our house and Cost Cutter.  When we pulled into the parking lot we saw the yellow tape and stopped.  We jumped out of the truck and ran under the yellow tape.  I went straight for the car where I knew my son was.  Three police officers had to stop me.  They told me that I couldn't see my son.  All I wanted was to hold him and tell him I loved him.  I was so angry I picked up a shopping basket and threw  it.  Donna had gone up to Mary.  They were embracing and Donna was telling her that they were gone.  We just couldnt' believe that this was happening.  We stood there numb.  A chaplain from the police department came up to us and put his arms around us and started to pray.  At that point the reality hit and the tears began to flow.  Oh my God, how could this being happening.  We got on our cell phone and started to call family and friends.  Mary called her older sister, Cindy and her husband Jim answered.  She told him what happened and asked him to have Cindy call all of her family.  I call my oldest son, John.  He was at home  and before I knew it he was there with us.  I called my friends Norman and Bob.  Our daughter Kristi lives two hours away, going to college.  We kept calling her dorm room, but there was no answer.  She was at work and we were in no state of mind to figure out that number.  Finally she answered.  We had to tell her over the phone the horrific news; her brother had been killed.  I told her that three of her friends, Heather, Will and David were on their way to get her and bring her home.   After we talked to her the Everett police asked us to go across the street to a local motel and wait there for the Snohomish County Sheriff to come over and talk to us.  Detective Brad Pince came to our motel room.  He was a very large man with his head shaved. He asked if the Stoner's could join us in our room and then he started to ask us who we were and our relationship to Jason and Jesse.  He took down our home numbers and our work numbers and said he had a pretty good idea who had done these senseless murders. He suspected it to be Dennis Cramm.  Detective Pince told us, that Dennis was a junior at Mariner High school.  He didn't have answers for us as to why this happened.  He then  sent us on our way home.  When we pulled into the culdesac, Kristi and her friends were right behind us. She ran directly to her Mom for comfort. First thing I see is Jason's car there in front of the house. We  then walked into the house. We had Jason's graduation gown hanging from the curio cabinet in the living room.  Then I began to lose it.  It was a long night! We all cried ourselves to sleep.  After a few hours of sleep, I woke up to Jason's mom crying hysterically.  By 9:00am friends starting to arrive, to provide what comfort they could.  .
ONE BAD DUDE
                A HELPING HAND
Jason, Ronnie and Dillon
Jason and Jesse last pic taken together
Jasons brother John
Mom's favorite
picture.
REMEMBERING JASON
Jason, Dad, Mom & Kristi
Cool Dude
One of the last pictures taken of Jason
                               STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
ONE BAD DUDE
                A HELPING HAND
Jason, Ronnie and Dillon
Jason and Jesse last pic taken together
Jasons brother John
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