One thing I found out about Jeremy as he was growing up is that he liked playing baseball as much as I did. We always practiced in the front yard and sometimes I would hold my breath when he swung that bat because he just hit and where it flew was anyones guess. But it always went way farther than I wanted to run for it. He'd miss quite a few, but when he connected it was out of there. One night when we were playing he connected with that ball and nailed a line drive into a big pine tree. The birds started squacking, the feathers went flying and they flew out of that tree as fast as they could. I didn't see them back again that night.

I laughed so hard, but Jeremy felt terrible that he had hit the birds. I told him he must have just nicked them and scared them out of their wits because they didn't have any trouble flying. He finally joined in the fun, but he did walk over to that tree, look up into the sky and tell the birds he was very very sorry that he scared them away.

That was my boy. He had a heart of gold. He loved everybody and everything. He would walk around a thistle because it was pretty. He picked me dandolines and buttercups to make me feel special. He wouldn't step on an ant if you'd pay him.

Until next time.