i had a small chance to know jeremy. he came with this wonderful, swarming crew of aussies that took over whistler that olympic winter two years ago.
so i didn’t know him well enough. i wish i had.
he was so solid. he was just one of these dudes that you knew was bringing people together, the magnet that he was, probably doing something insane and awesome, having a beer somewhere being as cool as shit. he just had a way about him.
there are very few people i can think of that when they come to mind, you just know life is not passing them by. they are out there, they are participating, they are swimming and laughing and bounding around, being fully alive. they are taking over rooms and cheers’ing to something. he was that guy.
and it always brought me comfort.
when i wished him a happy 28th birthday last wednesday, i wrote that i wasn’t sure what he was up to these days, but i’m sure it was awesome. because that was jeremy, he was always doing something awesome.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men. – Quintus Ennius.
So here’s to you Jem. You will be talked about for years and years to come. You were one of the best reasons we were all around and having as much fun as we had. You made it that way.
Rest easy, my friend.
xo.
...like a rolling stone. 
A man like no other. I knew him well and for 15 years was proud to call him a mate. Many a long night we spent in company of friends drinking and talking bullshit. Jez was one of the rare few. A gentle man and a gentleman. Larger than life and twice as loud, the hole left is just as big. Rest easy, my friend. The God of Thunder has passed on and I weep not for him but those of us left behind without him. Rest in Peace, mate.
Gentle Jem