Unfortunately we are talking about the same Jerome... it makes me sad to finally know the truth. I met Jerome in Germany (I'm German and still live here in Bavaria), we fell in love. I was 19 and he was 42, it didn't work out. Nevertheless I tried to keep in touch with him. When I lived in Wahsington D.C. he wanted to visit me, but became hospitalized (1995), I haven't seen him ever since. Back then he used to drink too much, that was one of the reasons our relationship didn't work out. It is so heartbreaking, that such a wonderful man, with so much music and spirit, died that way. I still remember how he painted the seasons... I loved him, I really did. I loved him so much that I couldn't bear to watch his self-destruction. May he find peace, he sure deserves it. Sorry to hear about his guitar and his brother. I'm sure Jerome wanted you to have this guitar - it is a treasure indeed, for Jerome used to play it for such a long time that sure some of his spirit is still in there.
What shall I say? Even though I'm married for 8 years now, having three children, I will light a candle for Jerome, for he was a very, very special person. I will keep his memory alive.
Thank you for telling me about Jerome!
Yours, shaya

PS: You don't happen to be Alfred...? Jerome visited a friend, while I lived in DC, I called him there...