On occasion, we get a phone call that changes things... it changes the way that we look back and it changes the way that we look forward. On Tuesday of this week I received one of those calls... I answered the phone to hear Jimmy Taylor's breaking voice on the phone. Without hesitation I asked what was wrong... Jim said, 'It's Jerry' and he went on to tell me that Jerry had landed the H1N1 Flu Virus and had been in the hospital since March 7th with a bad case of pneumonia. Needles to say, my heart dropped as he went on to explain that Jerry probably was not going to recover and family members were headed to New York to be by Jerry's side. More news came from Jim early on Wednesday morning that Jerry had passed away. From the moment of that first call, my heart ached and my mind opened up to the many memories I have that involve Jerry, Jimmy, and the Taylor family. From daring each other to drink pepper juice, to skiing off the roof (sorry Ed), getting snow-mobile's stuck in trees, getting sent home from ski trips, playing Johnny Quest at Boysen Reservoir, sneaking into the Wind River Canyon train tunnel, many other too numerous to name... not to mention a good number of other memories that should never be shared publicly :-).
Jerry, you may no longer be with us physically, but you will never, ever be forgotten... a large bit of your spirit will live on in all of us who crossed your path. Rest in God's Peace, my friend....
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