My daughter and I went into town this morning to work on our papers at my in-law’s house. Our internet connection wasn’t working again, which happens sometimes when its foggy or rainy. Josh called the company and someone came out and looked at it. Apparently the problem was just two little cords that had been switched around on the outside antenna. Nobody we know of has been outside on the side of the house messing with the cords.

My husband thinks it’s the Camp CILCA ghost. One time he went down to main camp and found that someone had shut off the water that runs to the dining hall and bathrooms. The man switched the cords and the internet was up and running again. When we got home my son came and told me he thought his friend must have died in the night. He’d started seeing friends posting tributes on social media. They’d found a brain tumor two summers ago.

The visitation is Monday and the funeral Tuesday. The boys were supposed to be in Nebraska those days. After talking to the coach they worked it out that they’ll be staying for the visitation and leaving Tuesday morning now. The coach said his best friend from high school died from brain cancer when he was a sophomore in college. He was immensely understanding of the situation and predicament. This coach in my opinion has been nothing short of phenomenal.

I’ve seen a couple of tributes people have written on social media. All of them are thankful that Jeremiah is safe and resting in the heavenly home of his Lord. I remember Jeremiah having a unique sense of fashion and being the life of the party. I imagine him walking around heaven in a sparkly red jacket with a smile on his face. He was too young to drink so he wouldn’t be holding a beer, but in the same spirt would be saying to us, “Guys, this is great.”

This evening I made a picture collage for my son to take to school. We’ve got a checklist of things we’ve slowly been working on this week. Included on the list were mementos and comfort items. The only picture request he had was the one with Jeremiah from the graduation party. After graduation and two other parties, the two of us went to one last party for an absolutely beautiful memory I will never forget. From the grass and the car I watched them play.