I lost a friend this week. We are the same age and share many of the same friends. He had a charisma about him that made everyone happy.
He was passionate about his children, his dog, baking, zombies, Halloween and his Jeep. He was nicknamed Rambo or sometimes Jeremy The Jeep Guy.
I met him as a teenager back in high school. He was a strong tall guy. At age 19-20, I would run into him at China Beach (the local nightclub) because he was a bouncer/waiter there. The first time I went there, he came running up to me and lifted me up and put me across his shoulders. He walked around the club introducing me to everyone who worked there.
Throughout my early 20’s, I would meet up with him at Denny’s for late night coffee and food. Jokes and smokes every time we met up.
At one point, his children and mine both attended the same elementary school. At drop off we would talk about school and parenting.
Summer 2015, he came out with me and some friends for a day on the lake. Tubing, beers and good times. It was the last time I saw him in person. This August he turned 40. Much like I did when I turned 40, he was taking stock of his life. He shared pictures and memories on Facebook over the past month.
Over the years, we were always in contact with each other. Back in the day of emails and MSN Messenger, we often spoke. With Facebook, we often commented on one another’s posts. We even messaged each other fairly regularly. I even sent him a message on Thursday afternoon asking his opinion on buying a Jeep. I found out later that night that he had passed away.
The pictures I shared here are from his Facebook. It showed a man with a kind heart and a struggle that not everyone saw. We are all too busy with our own lives that we miss moments that could make a difference in someone else’s life.
He was there whenever I needed a laugh. He entertained me with his philosophy. He was a great parent and a good friend. He will be sorely missed by the hundreds of people whose lives he had touched over the years.