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…Continue