It's Jeff's birthday.
There are just so many times, during the course of a normal day, when I will simply shake my head.
Life cheated all of us of his presence.
Just flat-out cheated!
And through it all, I have not been able to figure out how to lessen much of the pain of that.
Life goes on.
There isn't much of a choice.
You just have to suck it all up...
...shake your damn head...
...and try to live your life to honor his life.
I am really unclear about how I can celebrate, but I know one thing for sure:
Celebrate is the word that personifies my brother.
Jeff was a walking celebration.
He treated a couple hundred days a year as if they were someone's birthday...
...and he loved with his whole heart.
Raise a glass.
Sing a song.
Think of something that made me laugh.
I'll do all of those things.
And I'll celebrate Jeff's life.
(Like I do every day).
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