| Pictures
of Jeremy keep running through my head: those bar mitzvah photographs
with Hannah and Staci, oranges stuffed into their mouths; their Sunday
School class that no one wanted to teach; Jeremy working the truck and
unlading flour into bins; joking around with my dad. It's not
right that he's dead. People should be given the chance to grow
into maturity, to grow old. I wish I could have come to the
funeral. I heard from Dad that the synagogue was overflowing—so many
people who cared about Jeremy. That night I drove to the beach
north of Ancona and threw shells into the Adriatic. I will miss
him, stuck at scarcely Hannah's age as we all grow older. Ezra Lyon (Hannah Lyon's brother and a long-term friend of Jeremy's from Temple Sholom and Cornucopia) |