Jerron is my wife’s younger cousin. He passed away earlier this week from complications from Covid-19. He was only 44 years old.
Jerronn was the first person I met in my wife’s family. I actually met him before I met my wife. Back in the day, I was a cable installer. One day I had a cable install to do in Bakersfield at a home on Posada Street. I walk up to the door and ask for Jerronn not knowing he is the one who answered the door. What I did not know at that time, this was my wife’s childhood home. She had moved from here a few years earlier and her Aunt Gloria and children moved in.
Fast forward a couple of months later and I meet my wife and we start dating. I will never forget one particular day when the both of us went to visit her sister. I had never met her sister and this was our first encounter. As we pulled up to her sister’s home, here comes Jerronn walking out the front door. I said to my wife, “Hey, I know that guy!” She seemed puzzled and wondered how the hell I knew her cousin. I have this thing about the human face. I can remember a face but I can’t remember a name to save my life. So, as soon as he walked out, I knew the face but I could not remember his name. He instantly remembered me and said, “Cable guy!” We all laughed.
Jerronn would be a fixture in the family for the next 25 plus years. I would see him at the usual family functions, walking in with a grin on his face, and just quietly eating. I would tend to crack jokes on him.
I usually try to take portraits of all the family members when the holidays roll around. In 2011, during Thanksgiving, I set up a portrait studio in the garage. I captured this beautiful portrait of Jerronn. Rest easy cousin and we will see you again one day.