i met jeremy miller when i was 15 years old. i was living in fresno, california, a place i lived from 9 to 17 years of age. and a place i am thankful i got out of. he was older than me and everything a teenage bad boy should be. we shared a lot on and off through my teenage years. he was always a great comfort to me, and as much of a mystery. he was the best at cheering people up. i am thankful we kept in contact and i feel lucky to have known him.
my heart breaks for his daughter, he loved her more than anything.
sometimes violent horrible things happen and there is no making sense of anything at all.