It was about 4 p.m. Saturday when my husband called while on an errand. He received a call from a family member, stating that he needed to get to his nephew's house right away; something is terribly wrong!
The words I heard were "Jeremy is dead!" I sat there, stunned, as if someone had punched me in the stomach. Jeremy? "What happened?" I asked. My husband said he wasn't sure what was going on yet, and that he'd call me back soon. I called my mother in Colorado and spoke with her. Repeating the same exact words out loud: "Jeremy is dead!" My mother remembered him from previous visits to Texas where we live. She offered words of comfort, and she understood that, for the moment, I am having difficulty feeling the comfort. I am just too stunned and sad right now. As of last night, we are still not totally sure at the moment of the main cause of death. Details are slowly being revealed, but out of respect for my in-laws and to protect our privacy, I cannot discuss them.
Sunday morning, I called my sister-in-law, Jeremy's mother. She is absolutely devastated! I doubt she got any sleep the night before. We just sat there on the phone together, tearfully sharing our thoughts. My sister-in-law said, "They didn't let me see him. He was lying on the bedroom floor, and they wouldn't let me see him." Then she mentioned something about February 23, 2013. For her it was significant, because just a few years ago, we had lost another family member - a brother - due to a terminal illness. That brother died on September 23, 2010. To my sister-in-law, it meant something. She's dealing with so much right now, and I'm trying to figure out a way to comfort her, my husband and find comfort for myself all at the same time.
We're all just ... stunned!