Today I met with Special Agent Michael Price as a part of the ongoing investigation into Jeremy's death. As I pondered what to celebrate in this situation, I had to look long and hard. I waited. I thought. I prayed.
Then there it was - the memory of Jeremy jumping onto Dad's back as Dad searched the grass for a pair of lost earrings as the 4th of July party was wrapping up. It was classic Jeremy.
I cried as I reminisced with Dad about those moments, but they were happy tears. Or perhaps bittersweet tears. I love him, I miss him, but I am better off for having him in my life even if he is gone now.
I love you, Jeremy. I will celebrate your life and until we meet again, may God bless you where you are.
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