It goes against the laws of nature to survive the death of a child, let alone two. Today we remember Jeremy 12 years later. With our magical thinking, we can still see his beautiful blue eyes, his dirty blond hair, his love for food -mostly his grandma’s recipes- and how cute he looked in his favorite boots. There are so many sounds engraved in our memory. We can still hear the stomping down the stairs when rushing down for dinner, the rattling in the kitchen when making his favorite brownies, and the sound of his car as it zoomed down the road. Most of all, his physical presence and the sound of his voice whispering, I love you, mom. I love you, dad, and hey, Sayra! is what is etched in our hearts forever.
Robotics Club
Letter to JSRF from CJA Robotics Club: