Jerod, Herod, Jerdini, Houdini, Jo, Jerry, Jerr Bear, Batman, Mr. Waffles, and Mr. Fix It… He had countless nicknames and many roles: son, brother, cousin, nephew, uncle, friend, boyfriend, musician, mentor, apprentice, construction worker, craftsman, repairman, deliveryman, and goofball extraordinaire!
Jerod had many talents like playing the clarinet for his middle school band, reciting The Raven poem by heart, being the cameraman for Roy’s Revenge and starring in Dust & Ashes, writing a stellar review of The Depot and many inspirational Facebook posts, moving desert boulders and sleeping like a rock despite Goo shaking him every 20 minutes, summarizing every single episode of the television show 24, doing the “Polar Bear Plunge” like a champ, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles figurine collecting, being the CEO of Orion Craftsmanship, popping up when you’d least expect him to, being an amazing grief counselor to Tritia who also experienced traumatic loss, and always having an elaborate Halloween costume, usually a super hero, and boy did he nail it!
Jerod was a lover of many and disliked only a few random things in life. He loved dogs, especially Sunny, and could teach any old dog new tricks. He appreciated working construction with his uncle Leo and riding in his dad’s truck with heavy metal music blaring. Jerod didn’t like mice, but they sure followed him. He hated pasta because his mom would make gigantic pots of it when they were living 10 people in a 4-bedroom house. Whatever you do, don’t ever offer to make that guy spaghetti! Every Thursday, Jerod made frozen pizza for Lee & Tritia. He always loved his mom’s home cooking: hand-made pasta noodles, homemade pizza, and that one time the accidental spiked punch. He loved calling his aunt Rosemary to check in and update her on his whereabouts and latest adventures. He loved his brother Jason immensely and mailed Sesame Street gifts to him on his birthday. Surrounding that Tickle-Me-Elmo in the living room brought us all much joy and laughter.
Though Jerod was my younger cousin, he was more like an older brother to me. Jerod took me bike-riding and tree-climbing; we built extreme pillow forts and elaborate mud pits; we went dumpster-diving and shopping-cart racing; we played Street Fighter and Mario Kart till our fingers were numb; we rollerbladed around town and chased ice cream trucks; together we could eat an entire banana split in less than a minute; we jumped on his parents’ bed listening to Offspring and made wild long distance calls to Jennifer when she’d be in New York for the summer; we went swimming at the local public pool for only $1 then spent at least $5 more on Snickers and gummy bears; he cleaned dog crap off my pink bike seat like a gentleman; we watched Victorville’s pitiful Fourth of July fireworks together but had a blast laughing about the duds; we played basketball past curfew and would walk miles to get a dozen donuts; we’ve gotten lost together on our escapades, but HE always got us home safely; he would eat, say, and do just about anything if you asked him to. He was basically the best cousin an only child could ask for: made sure I got scratched, bruised, and plenty dirty on a regular basis.
Despite losing his amazing mother Camille to an aneurysm, his adored brother Jason to epilepsy, and his dynamic father Jamie to a heart attack, Jerod lived his life to the fullest he could with Epicurean style. He was a handsome devil who went to church regularly and got along with everyone due to his incredible charm and wit.
Jerod was the ultimate jokester. One time, he was pushing his favorite aunt Tritia on a park swing and said, “Hey, look at that big aunt!” She was appalled, but he was actually pointing at a huge ant crawling in the sand in front of them. Jerod could make any pleasant scenario into a hilarious situation in just moments.
Jerod was raised in Victorville, California then moved to Island Lake, Illinois at 15 to live with his aunt Tritia and uncle Lee. Jerod was a sponge; he learned craftsmanship and leadership from Lee; he learned financial tips and survival skills from Tritia. Jerod could roof a house, tile a floor, and build a home from the blueprints up (he even made a few tiny houses). Along the way, Jerod stapled his thighs, feet, and hands on many occasions; he has fallen off ladders, split fingernails, even cut open his eyelid by hitting a basketball with a baseball bat, and survived many other close calls.
Jerod’s body may be gone, but the Dark Knight lives on in the Wrightwood mountains, Victorville parks, Island Lake homes, New Mexico construction sites, and deep in our hearts.
Jerod had many talents like playing the clarinet for his middle school band, reciting The Raven poem by heart, being the cameraman for Roy’s Revenge and starring in Dust & Ashes, writing a stellar review of The Depot and many inspirational Facebook posts, moving desert boulders and sleeping like a rock despite Goo shaking him every 20 minutes, summarizing every single episode of the television show 24, doing the “Polar Bear Plunge” like a champ, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles figurine collecting, being the CEO of Orion Craftsmanship, popping up when you’d least expect him to, being an amazing grief counselor to Tritia who also experienced traumatic loss, and always having an elaborate Halloween costume, usually a super hero, and boy did he nail it!
Jerod was a lover of many and disliked only a few random things in life. He loved dogs, especially Sunny, and could teach any old dog new tricks. He appreciated working construction with his uncle Leo and riding in his dad’s truck with heavy metal music blaring. Jerod didn’t like mice, but they sure followed him. He hated pasta because his mom would make gigantic pots of it when they were living 10 people in a 4-bedroom house. Whatever you do, don’t ever offer to make that guy spaghetti! Every Thursday, Jerod made frozen pizza for Lee & Tritia. He always loved his mom’s home cooking: hand-made pasta noodles, homemade pizza, and that one time the accidental spiked punch. He loved calling his aunt Rosemary to check in and update her on his whereabouts and latest adventures. He loved his brother Jason immensely and mailed Sesame Street gifts to him on his birthday. Surrounding that Tickle-Me-Elmo in the living room brought us all much joy and laughter.
Though Jerod was my younger cousin, he was more like an older brother to me. Jerod took me bike-riding and tree-climbing; we built extreme pillow forts and elaborate mud pits; we went dumpster-diving and shopping-cart racing; we played Street Fighter and Mario Kart till our fingers were numb; we rollerbladed around town and chased ice cream trucks; together we could eat an entire banana split in less than a minute; we jumped on his parents’ bed listening to Offspring and made wild long distance calls to Jennifer when she’d be in New York for the summer; we went swimming at the local public pool for only $1 then spent at least $5 more on Snickers and gummy bears; he cleaned dog crap off my pink bike seat like a gentleman; we watched Victorville’s pitiful Fourth of July fireworks together but had a blast laughing about the duds; we played basketball past curfew and would walk miles to get a dozen donuts; we’ve gotten lost together on our escapades, but HE always got us home safely; he would eat, say, and do just about anything if you asked him to. He was basically the best cousin an only child could ask for: made sure I got scratched, bruised, and plenty dirty on a regular basis.
Despite losing his amazing mother Camille to an aneurysm, his adored brother Jason to epilepsy, and his dynamic father Jamie to a heart attack, Jerod lived his life to the fullest he could with Epicurean style. He was a handsome devil who went to church regularly and got along with everyone due to his incredible charm and wit.
Jerod was the ultimate jokester. One time, he was pushing his favorite aunt Tritia on a park swing and said, “Hey, look at that big aunt!” She was appalled, but he was actually pointing at a huge ant crawling in the sand in front of them. Jerod could make any pleasant scenario into a hilarious situation in just moments.
Jerod was raised in Victorville, California then moved to Island Lake, Illinois at 15 to live with his aunt Tritia and uncle Lee. Jerod was a sponge; he learned craftsmanship and leadership from Lee; he learned financial tips and survival skills from Tritia. Jerod could roof a house, tile a floor, and build a home from the blueprints up (he even made a few tiny houses). Along the way, Jerod stapled his thighs, feet, and hands on many occasions; he has fallen off ladders, split fingernails, even cut open his eyelid by hitting a basketball with a baseball bat, and survived many other close calls.
Jerod’s body may be gone, but the Dark Knight lives on in the Wrightwood mountains, Victorville parks, Island Lake homes, New Mexico construction sites, and deep in our hearts.
Jerod, Herod, Jerdini, Houdini, Jo, Jerry, Jerr Bear, Batman, Mr. Waffles, and Mr. Fix It… He had countless nicknames and many roles: son, brother, cousin, nephew, uncle, friend, boyfriend, musician, mentor, apprentice, construction worker, craftsman, repairman, deliveryman, and goofball extraordinaire!
Jerod had many talents like playing the clarinet for his middle school band, reciting The Raven poem by heart, being the cameraman for Roy’s Revenge and starring in Dust & Ashes, writing a stellar review of The Depot and many inspirational Facebook posts, moving desert boulders and sleeping like a rock despite Goo shaking him every 20 minutes, summarizing every single episode of the television show 24, doing the “Polar Bear Plunge” like a champ, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles figurine collecting, being the CEO of Orion Craftsmanship, popping up when you’d least expect him to, being an amazing grief counselor to Tritia who also experienced traumatic loss, and always having an elaborate Halloween costume, usually a super hero, and boy did he nail it!
Jerod was a lover of many and disliked only a few random things in life. He loved dogs, especially Sunny, and could teach any old dog new tricks. He appreciated working construction with his uncle Leo and riding in his dad’s truck with heavy metal music blaring. Jerod didn’t like mice, but they sure followed him. He hated pasta because his mom would make gigantic pots of it when they were living 10 people in a 4-bedroom house. Whatever you do, don’t ever offer to make that guy spaghetti! Every Thursday, Jerod made frozen pizza for Lee & Tritia. He always loved his mom’s home cooking: hand-made pasta noodles, homemade pizza, and that one time the accidental spiked punch. He loved calling his aunt Rosemary to check in and update her on his whereabouts and latest adventures. He loved his brother Jason immensely and mailed Sesame Street gifts to him on his birthday. Surrounding that Tickle-Me-Elmo in the living room brought us all much joy and laughter.
Though Jerod was my younger cousin, he was more like an older brother to me. Jerod took me bike-riding and tree-climbing; we built extreme pillow forts and elaborate mud pits; we went dumpster-diving and shopping-cart racing; we played Street Fighter and Mario Kart till our fingers were numb; we rollerbladed around town and chased ice cream trucks; together we could eat an entire banana split in less than a minute; we jumped on his parents’ bed listening to Offspring and made wild long distance calls to Jennifer when she’d be in New York for the summer; we went swimming at the local public pool for only $1 then spent at least $5 more on Snickers and gummy bears; he cleaned dog crap off my pink bike seat like a gentleman; we watched Victorville’s pitiful Fourth of July fireworks together but had a blast laughing about the duds; we played basketball past curfew and would walk miles to get a dozen donuts; we’ve gotten lost together on our escapades, but HE always got us home safely; he would eat, say, and do just about anything if you asked him to. He was basically the best cousin an only child could ask for: made sure I got scratched, bruised, and plenty dirty on a regular basis.
Despite losing his amazing mother Camille to an aneurysm, his adored brother Jason to epilepsy, and his dynamic father Jamie to a heart attack, Jerod lived his life to the fullest he could with Epicurean style. He was a handsome devil who went to church regularly and got along with everyone due to his incredible charm and wit.
Jerod was the ultimate jokester. One time, he was pushing his favorite aunt Tritia on a park swing and said, “Hey, look at that big aunt!” She was appalled, but he was actually pointing at a huge ant crawling in the sand in front of them. Jerod could make any pleasant scenario into a hilarious situation in just moments.
Jerod was raised in Victorville, California then moved to Island Lake, Illinois at 15 to live with his aunt Tritia and uncle Lee. Jerod was a sponge; he learned craftsmanship and leadership from Lee; he learned financial tips and survival skills from Tritia. Jerod could roof a house, tile a floor, and build a home from the blueprints up (he even made a few tiny houses). Along the way, Jerod stapled his thighs, feet, and hands on many occasions; he has fallen off ladders, split fingernails, even cut open his eyelid by hitting a basketball with a baseball bat, and survived many other close calls.
Jerod’s body may be gone, but the Dark Knight lives on in the Wrightwood mountains, Victorville parks, Island Lake homes, New Mexico construction sites, and deep in our hearts.
Jerod had many talents like playing the clarinet for his middle school band, reciting The Raven poem by heart, being the cameraman for Roy’s Revenge and starring in Dust & Ashes, writing a stellar review of The Depot and many inspirational Facebook posts, moving desert boulders and sleeping like a rock despite Goo shaking him every 20 minutes, summarizing every single episode of the television show 24, doing the “Polar Bear Plunge” like a champ, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles figurine collecting, being the CEO of Orion Craftsmanship, popping up when you’d least expect him to, being an amazing grief counselor to Tritia who also experienced traumatic loss, and always having an elaborate Halloween costume, usually a super hero, and boy did he nail it!
Jerod was a lover of many and disliked only a few random things in life. He loved dogs, especially Sunny, and could teach any old dog new tricks. He appreciated working construction with his uncle Leo and riding in his dad’s truck with heavy metal music blaring. Jerod didn’t like mice, but they sure followed him. He hated pasta because his mom would make gigantic pots of it when they were living 10 people in a 4-bedroom house. Whatever you do, don’t ever offer to make that guy spaghetti! Every Thursday, Jerod made frozen pizza for Lee & Tritia. He always loved his mom’s home cooking: hand-made pasta noodles, homemade pizza, and that one time the accidental spiked punch. He loved calling his aunt Rosemary to check in and update her on his whereabouts and latest adventures. He loved his brother Jason immensely and mailed Sesame Street gifts to him on his birthday. Surrounding that Tickle-Me-Elmo in the living room brought us all much joy and laughter.
Though Jerod was my younger cousin, he was more like an older brother to me. Jerod took me bike-riding and tree-climbing; we built extreme pillow forts and elaborate mud pits; we went dumpster-diving and shopping-cart racing; we played Street Fighter and Mario Kart till our fingers were numb; we rollerbladed around town and chased ice cream trucks; together we could eat an entire banana split in less than a minute; we jumped on his parents’ bed listening to Offspring and made wild long distance calls to Jennifer when she’d be in New York for the summer; we went swimming at the local public pool for only $1 then spent at least $5 more on Snickers and gummy bears; he cleaned dog crap off my pink bike seat like a gentleman; we watched Victorville’s pitiful Fourth of July fireworks together but had a blast laughing about the duds; we played basketball past curfew and would walk miles to get a dozen donuts; we’ve gotten lost together on our escapades, but HE always got us home safely; he would eat, say, and do just about anything if you asked him to. He was basically the best cousin an only child could ask for: made sure I got scratched, bruised, and plenty dirty on a regular basis.
Despite losing his amazing mother Camille to an aneurysm, his adored brother Jason to epilepsy, and his dynamic father Jamie to a heart attack, Jerod lived his life to the fullest he could with Epicurean style. He was a handsome devil who went to church regularly and got along with everyone due to his incredible charm and wit.
Jerod was the ultimate jokester. One time, he was pushing his favorite aunt Tritia on a park swing and said, “Hey, look at that big aunt!” She was appalled, but he was actually pointing at a huge ant crawling in the sand in front of them. Jerod could make any pleasant scenario into a hilarious situation in just moments.
Jerod was raised in Victorville, California then moved to Island Lake, Illinois at 15 to live with his aunt Tritia and uncle Lee. Jerod was a sponge; he learned craftsmanship and leadership from Lee; he learned financial tips and survival skills from Tritia. Jerod could roof a house, tile a floor, and build a home from the blueprints up (he even made a few tiny houses). Along the way, Jerod stapled his thighs, feet, and hands on many occasions; he has fallen off ladders, split fingernails, even cut open his eyelid by hitting a basketball with a baseball bat, and survived many other close calls.
Jerod’s body may be gone, but the Dark Knight lives on in the Wrightwood mountains, Victorville parks, Island Lake homes, New Mexico construction sites, and deep in our hearts.
