The following was read by Tom Stewart, Jeremy's cousin, at the Ogden, Utah memorial service, Saturday, July 14, 2001

I would like to say to Ron, Becky, Richard and kids that my prayers are with yours today as we remember with love and fondness, Jeremy.

I was able to watch Jeremy grow up from a little child to being a young man who would try to make the world a better place to live. He did this through lab research.

I know Jeremy loved his parents, he spent many hours talking to his mother on the phone. (But everyone knows that if you have Becky on the phone, you too will spend many hours.)

And with Ron, he called you Ron, but really you were his dad.

This last week, I was approached with the question, "are you a peacekeeper?" In my eyes, Jeremy was a peacekeeper. From early years of his growing up. He hated to have people or things hurt. I remember when he was younger he would say, "I hate sirens because it means" that someone was hurt or someone had done something wrong.

An ancient prayer reads:

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow your love.

Where their is injury, your pardon Lord.
And where there is doubt, true faith in you.

O Master grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled, as to console.
To be understood, as to understand
And to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Jeremy lived up to that prayer. Even in his dying, he has given life to people we may never know.

When my grandmother Lewis died, I was sitting on the kitchen counter looking outside. All the sudden a butterfly flew past the window. I felt like God was telling me that everything was going to be OK. Well, when my Grandma Bess died, God sent me another butterfly. Again, just to tell me that everything will be all right. I know that God will be sending me a butterfly for Jeremy also.


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