Dear Editor,
In memory of Jeramy two living Christmas trees have been planted
in our backyard. The trees will be planted side by side, one in the
memory of Jeramy and the other our son Chris. They will continue to
grow together.
Dear Editor,
In memory of Jeramy two living Christmas trees have been planted in our backyard. The trees will be planted side by side, one in the memory of Jeramy and the other our son Chris. They will continue to grow together. Chris and Jeramy met as young teens doing what they loved most – fishing Uvas Creek. Short version of their meeting:
Hi, my name is Jeramy;
Hello, my name is Chris.
I see you like to fish.
Mom and Dad, meet my new friend Jeramy.
Look at all his fish.
As time passed their interested turn to cars.
He had his eye on our neighbors fainted red VW bug, it was old, maybe a ’62’and hadn’t run since ’92.
I have $50 will that do? Sorry Jeramy, I just sold it to my nephew.
One week later on New Years Night, it broke down along the roadside, never to seen again. Or did it.
As I walk to Gilroy High School most every day to substitute teach, the newly painted yellow BajaBug would pass by. Off to Gavilan sleepy eyed, with the radio turned up high, Jeramy hanging out the window yelling hey-Johnson as he flew by.
Jermay loved the sound of a good explosion, and the thrill of fire – I’d check him for matches and lighters too, but he always had something hidden in his shoe.
Always ready days before the 4th of July, let me light that one, it’s home made.
And as his friend Josh Miller said about Jermay – Hollister Hills here we come …
He’ll bring the fuel, we the food.
He’ll start the fire, we cook the food.
Jermay – What was that explosion.
I don’t know. Let’s eat
Jeramy’s kindness and generosity to the Iraqi children has been documented. He asked his parents to send soccer balls to Iraq and he gave his own money to poverty stricken families.
He felt the sorrow of the Iraqi children.
He expressed his compassion though his generosity.
He spoke their language, and understands their culture.
He was proud to be an American soldier.
It’s our turn to step into his shoes, and continue his deeds.
Alan L. Johnson, Gilroy
