Jeff spent 20+ years in the US Coast Guard. He retired and went to work for our local Sheriff's Department as a guard in the county jail.
Jeff was well loved by his family, friends and co-workers.
Our children grew up together. We worked and lived in the same communities. We know the same people.
Tonight a group of us met at a local hangout to help Jeff's widow get through tonight and to remember Jeff. This local hangout is owned and operated by another retired Coastie, who worked with Jeff. He has lots of Coast Guard pictures, he put up some special pictures memoralizing Jeff.
Jeff's widow has three children. The youngest will graduate high school this year. Her dad won't be there in body, but you can bet he will be there in spirit.
I wish I could do more for them. I wish we could turn back time and go back a year, so Jeff's children and wife could at least have been here when he died, not stuck in another state.
I wish we didn't have death.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Remembering Jeff
Posted by Not a Granny at 9:04 PM
Labels: death, depression., Jeff
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My condolences to your loss. Remember that death does not separate what our heart folds dear.
I am so sorry. I know how hard it is.
I am happy at least that his children got to know him. His death must be really hard on the family.
I have a 2 year old nephew whose mom died when he was 4 1/2 months old. (My sister from the previous comment.) Sometimes I get sad that he never really will know her like we did.
Thank you all. I think what is the hardest was that it should not have happened when it did. But the family does not want to go through years of litigation and have all the feelings and emotions drug up all over again.
I am sorry. Death sucks. I hate it, too.
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