They Say

They say that at some point the happy memories don't hurt. I have a hard time believing that. For every happy memory I have of Jeff, is followed by the stark realization that Jeff is dead.

Britt, John's daughter, was home this weekend. And I loved seeing her. But after I hugged her goodbye I couldn't help but feel this profound sense of sadness. She hugs tightly which is great - Jeff hugged tightly also. He didn't always do so. He used to hug like a wimp until I taught him how to hug properly. "That isn't a bear hug, Jeff!" I would announce after he hugged me. So he learned how to give great hugs.

I would do anything for one of them right now.

I miss you so much, Jeffer.