Missing him ...

The first picture is of my son in Machu Pichu, Peru and the second surfing in Costa Rica...the third is his handsome face.

Today I'm just missing my son, Jeff, who died June 9, 2006 at the age of 41. I'm happy he is with the Lord and out of pain...but dang, I miss my boy! I was his caregiver for 5 years as he struggled with MS; it was my joy to do so. He had a great sense of humor which he wore well even as his disease progressed so quickly in a downward spiral. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't say thank you. He was very brave about the way his life had turned and was an example to many always.

Any peace and comfort I have is from trusting and knowing God is perfect and sees the bigger picture. I'm grateful for His grace and grateful He is comforting me in this grieving journey.


John 14:18, "I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you."