Even though it"s been 34 years, I still see your face clear as day. I don't know why, but it's usually when I look at my son. Gavin will come down the stairs, or out from around the corner and I'll get a quick glimpse of you. I don't know if it's the color of your hair, the similar stature, or the same bright blue Jacobs' eyes, but I see you. Maybe it's a hope or a dream, a flashback, or a memory.
Perhaps it's you telling me that you care, that you're there, reminding me not to forget. Last time I saw you in my dreams, you came walking through our sunny field of yellow grass, ponds behind you in the distance. It was at our home in McHenry where you took your life. You were coming up towards the house to tell me it was all just a mistake. Don't worry. I know. We all know. It was a terrible mistake.
Love you Jerremy, you are forever missed, you are forgiven.