Sunday, April 06, 2008

Reflections

I turn 29 today. That beginning of the final year in my 20s. It’s the last semi-carefree year. Shortly after I turn 30, my military stint comes to a close, I move back to the northeast and begin a new career. Coupled with that will be leaving behind friends and all I’ve known for, at that point, 6 years. So this birthday really resonates down to my core.

It’s got me thinking about where I’ve been, where I am, where I’m going. So, in a fantastically morbid way I thought about what would be a good way to summarize my life as of right now. I’m too young for memoirs and frankly haven’t accomplished enough for that. So I decided to write my own obituary. Before you all show up on my doorstep for an intervention, let’s be clear. There is no foreshadowing here. I don’t see 29 as the end of anything, just simply more than an average birthday.

Jason Viglione, known to friends and family as Jay and Vig, died this morning in his home. He was born on April 6, 1979. It was his 29th birthday.

He was born and lived in Glendale Queens, NY until age 12 when he moved to Parsippany, NJ. It was there that he lived and worked until his military enlistment in 2003.

Jason had attended several colleges over the past 11 years piecing together three-quarters of a B.S. degree in Information Technology.

Since high school, Jason held of myriad of civilian jobs ranging from retail sales to technology school admissions to one of his most proud moments as a technology and networks consultant to the New York Stock Exchange where he implemented technologies still used today.

Jason had his share of trials and tribulations also. Jason is a 9/11 survivor - a moment that shaped him, as all who knew him can attest to.

In 2003, he enlisted in the United States Air Force where he served honorably and gave his all until this day. During his enlistment he was stationed solely at Shaw AFB in Sumter, SC with sporadic mlitary related trips to Florida, Texas, Arizona and the Middle East. Serving his part in the war on terror gave Jason a sense of pride that few would ever know.

He was known for his unwavering dedication to his family, support of his friends and love for both. He was always ready to party and was not content if he didn’t bring down the house with laughter at his seemingly endless supply of jokes and stories. He enjoyed being the person whose entrance and exit from a room were noted by a marked volume difference. His interests were varied and he never stopped learning new abilities and achieving new talents. In recent times he had begun to rekindle his abilities to play the piano and get back in shape via hockey. One of his greatest new loves was photography and he had shown remarkable talent in a short amount of time. His love of money and acquisition of what he called "new toys" was unparalleled.

He was never married with no children despite his best efforts to offer the sun, moon and stars to some of the previous women in his life.

He is survived by his parents, brother and grandmother as well as many good friends.

So there’s my life in a nutshell. Lots of filler, lots of beginnings. Very little completed. Not what I had planned for myself by this age, but it is what it is.

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