Sometimes I miss Jeff more than others (though I think of him every day). Lately I've been missing him a lot.
Partly it's because I love summer time. I love Barton Springs, backyard barbecues, warm summer nights with cold beer, long days, sunburns, toads and possums and other neighborhood wildlife, cold water, tubing, hot dogs, the Greenbelt, mosquito repellent, the beach, outdoor concerts, flip flops, charcoal, snow cones, long and rambling conversations that keep you up too late out on the porch, baseball, showing up for work with a sunburn after taking a sick day, and standing in the ocean. I miss Jeff a lot because he loved all of this stuff too, he got excited about it, and he loved sharing it with his friends.
I've been looking forward to summer all winter, but now that it's here I'm having a bit of a hard time with it.
Miss you, Jeff.
(Jeff and Sigmund at Krause Springs, 2006)