My cousin Jeff would have been 68 years old today, and it is over ten years ago that he died. I’ve written about him before—my oldest cousin, the one whom we all adored, the leader of our pack. I am older now than he ever got to be. He did not get to see his children graduate from high school or college, and he will not get to see them get married or have children. He was cheated, and so were all of us who loved him. So for Jeff, a photo collage of pictures, some that I’ve posted before, some that are new to the blog. These give me comfort, and I hope that they will for all of us who miss him.
Jeff was an active child from day one, always into mischief. I remember my aunt’s story about finding him on top of her high dresser when he was just a toddler. Somehow he had climbed from his crib all the way to the top and was sitting there when she found him.
These next two pictures of Jeff make him look far more angelic than he ever was!
One of my favorites—I am sitting with two of my favorite people, my Aunt Elaine and my cousin, her son Jeff.
My cousin Robin sent me these three. They were taken when Jeff came to visit them in West Hartford the summer after he graduated from high school. I was so sad that summer, knowing that Jeff would be moving far away (to upstate New York from where both our families lived in White Plains).
Jeff remained a big part of our lives even after he went to college and when he moved to Philadelphia after college, married and had children. I did not see him as often as when we were kids, but he was always there at family events, and he remained the leader of our pack and always will be.