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January 31 KATHY, MY SISTER, MY FRIENDDear Kathy,
We didn't get the chance to sit & have our afternoon of talk & relaxation. We were both too busy again.
When will we learn, to live now & don't worry about any regrets! People get mad, get sad, too bad!!!
Family is always more important than anything else in this world.
I can only hope & pray that you are with my Jason, he will stay by your side, but remember, he is a jokester!
The years have passed since we were young, so many of them. We can reminise and laugh, yes, now that your not there, we will bust on you too!
I love you & miss you,
Tina January 27 New WEB SITESThere are a couple of new sites that were created for the loved ones here in Berks County.
Take a visit to them & leave a comment so we know what you think & feel.
Des & Stacey Created this one on myspace for The Years of Tears group.
It is absolutely fantastic!
I had a homework assignment to build a web site also. Here is the one I created to compliment The Years of Tears group.
It is called "Reasons for Years of Tears".
December 25 Merry Christmas JasonMerry Christmas Jason.
801 days today without you. Time has kept going. Sometimes I do not understand why.
It sure doesnt feel like Christmas. The weather is warm, everyone is in such disagreeable moods. Just cannot wait until this year is over. Maybe next year will be better.
Dallas plays the Eagles today, I will root for the Cowboys for you. Plus Josh is also. Scott is still for the Eagles, so we shall see how this goes!
I love you Jason, your my baby. I miss you very much. November 25 Another Dreary DaySuch a dreary day. Nothing spectacular. Took pictures today of Jason's Memorial in the yard. I should have taken a picture in the summer when the flowers were all in bloom. It looked beautiful. Jason would have approved. Next year it will be three years for some of the plants so they should blossom heartedly.
He loved the yard. He would help me with the gardening, then he would also either help by eating the vegetables or picking the flowers. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you & shed tears.
It still seems like a nightmare happening. A nightmare that we cannot escape.
It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone -- but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. October 14 2nd Anniversery of my Baby's MurderJason,
It seems like time has stood still since you were murdered.
Everyone else goes on with thier lives, and I know that I am on a path to help others that were also murdered just like you.
The pain, the emptyness that is in my heart, does not go away. The sleepless nights.
I know your closeby, you woke me the other night, your cologne was so strong and it lingered in the room. Your presence is always there, I can feel you with out even seeing you.
I love you Jason, and so does Joshua. He even admitted in front of his freinds about his Touretts last night, and you know he NEVER would do that. His ticks are getting worse he said, he knows it has to do with today.
I have to be there tonight for you. I will see you soon.
Love you,
Mom July 23 MURDER POSTERWITNESS MURDERED JASON ERIC STIEF DID YOU SEE WHO KILLED ME? 5 COWARDLY PUNKS AMBUSHED & EXECUTED ME!!! MY KILLERS STILL WALK FREE SHOT ME 7 TIMES IN THE FACE!!!!
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PLEASE HELP!!! ALL CALLS CONFIDENTIAL. CALL CRIME ALERT BERKS 1-877-373-9913 DET. SHENK – 610-655-6246 OR 610-655-6116 ALSO WWW.YEARSOFTEARS.ORG Murder~ Special ComplicationsMURDER - SPECIAL COMPLICATIONS: THE DISTINCTIVE PROBLEMS THAT FACE A PARENT WHOSE CHILD HAS BEEN MURDERED- YOUR VICTIMIZED THREE TIMES, BY YOUR CHILD'S DEATH, BY THE CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM, AND BY SOCIETY. SPECIFIC TO MURDER IS INTENTIONALITY. THE MURDERER HURT YOUR CHILD ON PURPOSE. MURDERS ARE SELDOM EASY DEATHS; YOU IMAGINE YOUR CHILD TERRIFIED, IN HORRIBLE PAIN, UNPROTECTED. RAGE AND DESIRE FOR REVENGE SURGE THROUGH YOU, UNDERMINE YOUR JUDGEMENT, LUNGE AGAINST YOUR SELF CONTROL. PRIMITIVE FEAR STALKS YOU. YOU MAY DEVELOP POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER (PSTD), THE SYNDROME IN WHICH IMAGES OR FEELINGS ABOUT THE TRAUMATIC EVENT CONTINUE TO OVERWHELM YOU. GUILT BECOMES YOUR CONSTANT COMPANION. POLICE AND COURT PROCEEDINGS INTRUDE ON YOUR GRIEF, DEMAND YOUR COMPLIANCE YET IGNORE YOUR NEED TO KNOW. OTHER PEOPLE RESPOND AS IF YOUR CHILD WAS AT FAULT. EACH OF THESE ISSUES ARE LOOKED AT IN THIS CHAPTER. THE UNCERTAINTY OF YOUR CHILD'S EMOTIONAL STATE IS ONE OF THE MOST PAINFUL AND PERSISTENT ASPECTS OF OUR GRIEF. WHAT WE DO NOT KNOW WE CANNOT LAY TO REST. June 23 Happy Birthday JasonHappy 22 nd Birthday Jason.
I woke up at 2:45 am yesterday, thats when I went into labor with you.
It did not take long for you to come into the world. By 5 am, you were here and in my arms. You snuggled so close to me, you were a perfect fit.
I miss you baby. I know, you were an adult, didn't like being called a baby.
I love you. What I wouldn't give to have you here with me again. I know your with me always, I can feel your presence. That is not the same.
I love you always, Mom June 22 Happy Birthday Jason Eric Stief
JASON ERIC STIEF AKA JAY DOGG
HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY!! TODAY IS YOUR DAY! UP AT 5 AM FOR YOUR GIFTS. YOU ENJOYED LIFE TO THE FULLEST. AT 6’1” 205 LBS WITH ALL YOUR MUSCLES AND BRIGHT SMILE, YOU REALLY WERE A BAG OF CHIPS AND ALL THAT! BUT YOU WERE NO MATCH FOR THE 5 COWARDLY PUNKS THAT SNUCK UP ON YOU WITH GUNS THAT NIGHT. THE WITNESSES THAT SAW NOTHING, DO NOT KNOW THE DAILY NIGHTMARE, NO HOPE, NO END IN SIGHT. I LONG TO HEAR YOUR LAUGH, TO SEE YOUR DEVILISH SMILE, TO HEAR YOU CALL ME BEE~OTCH, MY HUG & KISS HELLO & GOODBYE (YOU WERE MAD COOL THAT WAY), YOUR DAILY CALLS AT BREAK TIME ; JUST ONCE MORE TO HEAR AND SEE YOU. THE TEARS FLOW LIKE A RIVER I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH. LOVE YOU ALWAYS, MOM
June 16 JUST SAY I'M SORRY You don't know how I feel, don't tell me that you do. There's just one way to know, have you lost a child too? "You can have another." , Must I hear this each day? Can I get another mother too, if mine should pass away? Don't say it was "God's Will" , that's not the God I know. Would God on purpose break my heart, then watch as my tears flow? "You have an angel in heaven , a precious child above." But tell me, to whom here on earth, shall I give this love? "Arent't you better yet?", Is that what I heard you say? NO! A part of my heart aches, I'll always feel some pain. You think that silence is kind, but it hurts me even more. I want to talk about my chid, who has gone through death's door. Don't say these things to me. although you do mean well. They do not take my pain away, I must go through this hell. I will get better slow but sure, and it helps to have you near. But a simple "I'm sorry you lost your child." is all I need to hear.
April 11 Constitutional Rights
Tina M. Stief Mother of Jason Eric Stief 6/22/84 – 10/14/04 Murdered for His willingness to Testify against the thugs that killed his friend Miguel Colon.
Before my son’s murder, I had decided to return to college to further my career, possibly perusing some type of Business Course. Since his murder My path in life has changed drastically. I enrolled, but not for Business courses that I was originally going to take at RACC; I am now enrolled in I-Lead for Leadership Classes. Very interesting stuff they teach. Just recently I finished a course called Public Systems. Some topics include Government Functions, Policy making, Civil Rights and Responsibilities, Understanding Local, State and Federal Governments as a unified System to name a few. Where was this stuff when I was in school? Actually I opted not to take the Civics classes; I found them boring and did not see a future in politics. Little did I know that I would be grasping for every bit of knowledge on our Government. I was in all college prep classes so my credits were way ahead of what I needed to graduate by 11th grade. I could pick and choose what classes I took the last two years, which were mostly study classes.. Now when I look back, I do not see how the teachers let me choose so easily. During my adulthood, I am finding out that I need the basics about how our government runs it self, from the president of the United States on down to the Mayor of the city that you live in. We need to stay abreast of what our elected officials do. They are supposed to be OUR voices, to do our biding. That is the reason for the elections that we hold so dear to our hearts. America has overcome so many obstacles to become the great nation that she is. This took visioning on the part of our forefathers. And it has worked for well over 200 years. From Government Functions to the Civil Rights and Responsibilities every American should know and understand what their inalienable rights are. In Our Declaration of Independence it was written that all men are created equal, and that we have certain unalienable rights, that among there are – LIFE LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS. Inalienable Rights refers to a set of Human rights that are absolute, not awarded by human power, not transferable to another power and incapable of denial. These are the Constitutional Rights that are guaranteed to each and every American Citizen by the US Constitution. We also have Legal or Political Rights, Collective Rights , Individual Rights, Natural Rights, Social Rights. Human Rights are the rights that every human has a just claim (ie: Life, Liberty & the pursuit of happiness.) Our Constitution guarantees this for each and every American Citizen. I should say that I found out you must be alive for these rights to be considered Inalienable Rights. That is until you have become a homicide victim. Once you become a victim, you are in for a whirlwind of a ride, being victimized over and over again by multiple people and places. The Media will victimize you. The Justice System will victimize you and last but not least, society will victimize you. JUSTICE WILL BE ACHIEVED WHEN THOSE WHO ARE NOT INJURIED BY CRIME, FEEL AS INJURED …..AS THOSE WHO ARE. It seems as if the meaning of this sentence has been lost in the process of trying to protect the innocent. Remember now, every person that is incarcerated always states that they are innocent. The accused has so many rights that the victim no longer has a voice. Speaking from the experience of several “survivors of violent homicide victims” once your loved one has been murdered, you are no longer allowed to touch any of the “Crime Scene” (which to your horror you realize they are talking about your loved one) the law enforcement officials forget that the person they believe is their crime scene was a person that has people that love them. (I was not allowed to see my son at all. If not for Herb from Milkens Funersl Home, he opened his Funeral Home on his day off so that I could spend a few hours with my son before they cremated him. The laws have been amended so many times to protect the innocent that they now make the innocent person the victim. We have to rely on the District Attorney’s office to fight for the rights of our loved one. The accused now has all the rights. We want to make sure that THIER rights are not trampled on. In jail they are afforded all the luxuries that a person on the streets making minimum wage does not even have the means to afford. They have a warm bed, three square meals a day, entertainment (TV) is available, medical attention, education, all available to them. They also have protective custody, because they “have enemies” in the jail. My son, standing at 6’1” tall, 205 lb. , very muscular, now resides in a 10 inch long by 5 inch wide 5 inch tall cold marble urn. I cannot feel him, I cannot see him, never to be able to hold his children he never had. Depending on the circumstances, they (the victim) was not afforded protection; otherwise they would still be alive. In the court rooms, the surviving family members cannot wear pictures of the victim(s) so as not to sway the courts, they cannot openly show their emotions (they will be asked to leave the court room). The prosecution (District Attorney) cannot defame the accused person’s character, yet the defense can question and discredit the victim. Our loved one no longer has a voice. When the police have to testify, they are not allowed to wear their police uniforms in to the courtroom so as not to sway the jury either. I can only assume that the rights of the accused are part of the civil rights that we hold so dear to our hearts, the right to due process and to equal protection under the law, but what about the victims rights? Why have these rights been so erroneously taken away? As a society, I believe that the rights of the accused have increased mainly due to the fact that they have all the time in the world to sit and petition the legislators that their rights are being infringed upon. By the time a law abiding citizen is tangled in the unfortunate web of the justice system it is too late to change the laws fore that pertaining case. If any laws are changed, it only goes for future cases. I just found out during a class on Saturday that it takes an average of 7 years for a law to go thru the process to actually become a law. But, keep in mind, it took overnight to give legislature here in Pennsylvania a 16 % pay raise! States and local governments can expand civil rights beyond the U.S. Constitution, but they cannot diminish Constitutional rights. Hence the reason for partaking this course. To try to learn and understand the internal workings of our government. How I can help to put our values and mortals back on track. Understandable are the rights we have in place, but to what extent do we take away the innocents rights? Here is an example - A statement given to law enforcement officers is not admissible in court because it was not verbally spoken under oath in a court of law. This is not logical. If the statement was given in a secure, safe environment such as the police station, why is it not valid? The person swore that it was the truth when the statement was given. Yet it was not allowed to be spoken in the court hearings because the person is not available to substantiate the statement, he was murdered to stop his testimony from being given. The accused is now in protective custody in the local county prison because he has enemies. It is unclear to me how victims rights have slipped away so quietly. Not until I have personally experienced the injustices that befall the victim would I have believed this would happen in the United States of America., let alone to me and my family. I have heard that it happened, but I did not believe it. Not in our great country. I lived in a secure little world that evolved around my family, oblivious to the surroundings around me. Once it hit my world that is when I took notice that something was wrong in our society and that help was needed to straighten out the wrongs that have transpired over the years. As I said, the changes were so minute that it was not noticed at one time. Victims have fought long and hard for their rights, one great accomplishment is the victims impact statement, which is supposed to be allowed to be read to the accused once they have been found guilty and prior to sentencing. Sometimes it is not allowed to be read for fear it will prejudice the jury into giving a stiffer sentence. But the law was passed for this to be done. This is one of the few times a victim’s voice can be heard. The impact statement is a statement written by the survivors of the homicide victim addressing the murderer after the conviction but prior to sentencing. The courts forget that the victim was a person, they had a life & that his civil rights were infringed upon when they were murdered. Their right to life was taken away. This was an infringement of their civil rights. But this is not a key issue in the trial. In the O.J. Simpson trial, he was found not guilty in a court of law in the murder of his estranged wife Nicole and her companion Rob, but he was found guilty and held responsible for their murders in a civil trial where he was sued for wrongful death. There is no statue of limitation in a murder. You also cannot be tried more than one time for the same charge. This is called double jeopardy. Allot of times the law enforcement department will not bring charges against an accused until they are sure they have enough to make sure the charges will not be thrown out due to a technicality or not enough evidence. The school of thought holds that it is better to let a criminal go free than to execute, imprison or otherwise punish an innocent person. Guess they didn’t hear about Ted Bundy or John Wayne Gacy, serial killers that murdered dozens of people. For all intents and purposes, I believe in this concept. However, I am also finding out the injustices that befall a victim and the struggles that the family endures in a time when they look to the justice system for JUSTICE for their loved one. Their loved ones rights were infringed upon, yet they are not brought up in any arguments. It seems like their life was not significant enough to be mentioned or fought for. People are sympathetic to your plight, they offer hollow words of encouragement, not really meaning to get involved, but enough to pacify you so that you leave their presence. Law Enforcement and Government Officials do not like dealing with survivors of homicide. They feel that survivors are too emotional, too angry, and want too many answers. In my quest for answers and help in eliminating future victims, I have found very sympathetic ears, yet very few willing to help. In the search for my sons’ rights being violated, I have learned that his right to free speech is being squelched while the only Newspaper in the city of Reading has their freedom of speech protected. The newspaper is allowed to publish victims’ names. It is at their discretion weather or not to publish the names, even if the person specifically asked not to be identified. I have also learned that the high ranking city officials will work with you in the hopes that you will go away, not go in a full circle for a search of answers. I have also come to the realization that I have been wearing rose colored glasses when it comes to our legal system and our government. Our Civil rights should pertain to all, but once you are no longer available to fight for your rights, it seems like you are forgotten. It apparently does not matter that the victims’ rights were violated; their right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness was infringed upon. The basic of all rights, the right to life, was taken away. Yes, the constitution was put into place to protect the people. What people? The past few months have dramatically opened my eyes. How can the Vice President of our country commit an offense, yet no punishment befall him? If that were a common individual, no holds would be barred to bring that person to justice. Look at the President now, acting like a spoiled child that did not get his way with the port deal going to the Arabs. Saying he will veto any legislation until he gets his way and the port deal goes through. In whose best interests is this deal? Surely it cannot be the American Public. After 9/11 and the tight security that we have in place, why allow the fox into the henhouse? In my quest for justice for my son, I see that I will have a battle on my hands. It has been 628 days since my son’s murder, multiple witnesses, yet not one person will come forward. People do not want to be the next witness executed. I encouraged my son to testify against the criminals that he recognized in a botched home invasion that resulted in the murder of his friend. My son and I believed in the justice system, that the criminals would pay for their crimes. That the innocent would prevail. Unfortunately, not this time.
Pictured here is Jason in 5/2003 ; and now in his cold Urn.
February 06 A Poem for JasonJust how do you sleep at night?
A woman's son dead.
You're not the only person to blame
Nor the first suspect
Knowingly printing a name; unconsented.
How could you?
Shot and left to bleed.
He died.
This poem was written by Nelly, a reporter that found it atrocious that a reputable newspaper could continue to publish victims and witnesses names, especially when they were specifically asked not to print names.
If our city is going to have zero tollerance, we need a conserted effort on all involved, including the media.
All businesses and citizens need to become involved! January 02 Far Too YoungFar Too Young
Far too young to be gone so soon Missed in the moments of the aftermath Your heart has touched so many Your smile has lightened so many people’s lives Your courage has defined how I want to be Taken from us……in this way So unfair to the world Not to know you, but those that did Miss you every second that we cannot be with you Hear your laugh See your face Your heart had no bounds You may have been my little brother but you will always be my hero.
Far too young to be without you The children you will never have The wife you will never marry The life I knew that was ahead of you gone, taken in the blink of an eye I saw the future for you Jason, wife… kids…everything you wanted and I wanted for you That dream of you will always be with me Your courage gives me the strength to go on And will show others that values, courage, friendship and honor are not just words You have showed me their true meaning…and I will strive to make you as proud of me as I am of you.
Far too young is what you are… You may have been a man But you will always be the baby I held in my arms I didn’t have a chance to say good-bye This is never how I wanted to do it And good-bye is not what I say to you today This is only one way to the clearing at the end of the path Here is where I will see you again Hold my baby brother in my arms And see your smile and hear your laughter You are big Jason, and they WILL never get you down The lives you have touched shows in your friends and family We mourn the loss of a great boy…but I mourn the loss of the great MAN that could have been.
I will always love you,
Kerry L. Snyder Jr. 10/17/2004
Kerry is Jason's older brother. On Oct 12, 2004, Kerry decieded to go back to Ohio, and he did not wait for Jason & Joshua to get done working, he said he would catch them later. Little did we know, it would be two days later. Kerry wrote this for Jason, Jason touched so many lives positively. 607 days and counting. I miss Jason so much!
December 06 Nov. 28, 2005 ArticleThis update was in the Reading Eagle on 11/28/05.
Still no one arrested in the execution style murder of Jason.
Reading has a 50% rate of Murderers not getting caught for their crime!!
We as a society cannot tolerate intimidation of witnesses! November 24 My BabydollHere is a poem I wrote to Jason: October 14, 2004
Always remember the good times spent!! From the Begining, Till the End.
Written by Courtnee Salvati 10/17/05
On July 12th, was the first time we met, and the one day I will never forget.
From the smiles and the fun, and the times when we laughed, was the time I knew we were begining our path. To good times and bad times by moving in together, I knew we would somehow have last forever. Our worst was breaking up and fighting all the time, but somehow your love never left my mind. Starting over was the best thing that we ever did, to maybe getting married and having some kids. Our freindship, our trust, my bestfreind, my love, still nothing could stop his decisions from up above.
They took you away, and said that your time was up, they took a piece of me and did not give a fuck. Now that you are gone my world is shattered, it would take to long to pick up the pieces that they shattered.
But you are safe, your strong, for your name is JASON, and no guy could ever take his place or replace him. For you are always my first love, my boyfriend, my best friend, till death did us part, from the begining til the end.
I love you Jason (aka: My Babydoll)
Forver in my heart, till death does me part,
Your babygirl,
Courtnee November 21 Speak Out, The Silence is Deafening!!How can a community stand by and watch as someone is killed?
607 Days since Jason Eric Stief was executed, over 30 people saw the killers, yet not one person saw a thing when the police questioned them. He was killed for going to testify against an animal he recongnized the week before.
This is not the first time. I can name 7 other murders that had witnesses (in the past 2 years), and not one person has come forward, and this is only in our city, Reading, Pa. Is this the trend across the Nation?
The people unknowingly are condoning the murders with thier silence.
Yet, these same people want to "scream" that the police are not doing their job. Tell me, how can the police arrest or go after the murderers or robbers if they do not know who they are?
If this was someone that you loved that was murdered, what would your views be than?
How much longer are the decent citizens around the United States going to allow these animals to control thier lives? November 20 Jason Eric Stief AKA Jay DoggJason Eric Stief AKA Jay Dogg. The nickname you chose for yourself. It really did fit you to a tee. Jay shortened for Jason, Dogg because you were quite the ladies man. I would never call you that. You’re my Jason Eric. Jason Eric Stief. I carefully chose that name so many years ago. Originally it was to be Kerry’s, but his father wanted a junior. So I waited another nine years for you to come along. And you were well worth the wait. You lived up to your name. So majestic. So strong. I watched as you grew, from a wiry scrawny meticulous little boy, into a very tall muscular meticulous young man. I remember you crying to me that you were never going to grow taller; you thought you would be short for life. Then came the year you had the growth spurt. Complained that your legs constantly hurt. You grew seven inches that year. Till it was said and done, you reached a height of six foot one inch. You and Joshua are like night and day. One could go by your weekly schedule, Saturday mornings were yours for cleaning your room, your wash, and of course, cleaning your car, your baby. As you know, Joshua waited until his room walked away to clean it. Not very many teenagers are responsible. You were one of the exceptions. Your values and morals made me proud. You didn’t like seeing someone being taken advantage of and you tried to do things right, even if it was harder than doing it the wrong way. Michael, our paperboy finally told me to tell you thank you. Plus his mom said thank you. The week before the cowards executed you, Michael said that you stopped a gang of kids from picking on him, possibly even thwarted a robbery. You went down the half a block and got involved. He never got the chance to say thank you. The kids that you used to coach from Special Olympics also stopped by to show their respect for you. Ben says he will share his french fries with you, you wont have to sneak them. Your smiling face. You always smiled. It was a genuine smile. You gave all and asked nothing in return. Usually people smiled in kind. You were on time for appointments, paid your bills on time, did not do drugs, worked your scheduled hours. You were my SLACKER. I can still see your face when I would call you that. You would smile, and say “yeah right”., rebutting with calling me “ NUMBER ONE SLACKER.” You also loved to call me a BEE-OTCH, both names that I treasure. You are one of the hardest workers I know. Jason, I miss you so very much. I have such an empty feeling were my heart is supposed to be. It has been 607 days since you were taken from me. It feels like an eternity. I keep hoping that I will wake from this horrendous dream, but when I do wake, it all comes flooding back. That horrible night. The start of my nightmare. My world forever shattered, never to be the same again. The ripple effect that transpired when you were murdered. So many people it affected. So many lives that you touched. I found an inner strength that I did not know I had. It took you to show me what I am capable of. You guide my way. My world still revolves around my boys. I worry now for Joshua. He is lost without you. I see him look at your pictures, you were his mentor also. Even though you two used to bicker. Work is no longer important to me. It is something that is there. I make sure I keep your room clean, you know I love to clutter things. I visit you several times a day. Just to let you know that I love you, and that I miss you. I keep you by my heart. Jason, you are my driving force, my determination in what life holds for me. I will make our voice heard for all to hear. (Remember, being quiet is not a word in my vocabulary.) I do not quit or give up easily either as you very well know. I can only hope and pray that I make you as proud of me, as I am of you. I love you baby. Love Mom |
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