Gerald E. Torres

My son Jerry was eighteen when he died. He loved to go fishing and he was always at teh neighbors lake. He never caught anything big enough to eat, which was lucky for me, since I probably would have had to cook it! We have always had cats. We have one that is the same color as the one i put in the corner of his square. His name is Jamie, who had a special fondness for Jerry very much. They would always be sitting together.