Jeff was a terrific lacrosse player. He also played the trumpet way more than passably. He loved to snowboard and skateboard and play computer games. He read like a fiend. If you have read my posts here much at all, none of that will be news. But the thing about him that I hold closest to my heart is that Jeffrey truly was a decent, happy, friendly boy. Really he was pretty much of a goof ball. This little picture is of Jeff and Lauren, who is probably his oldest, surely his best friend. The story goes like this: On the first day of Kindergarten Jeff walked up to Lauren and said "Hi, I'm Jeff, do you want to be my best friend?" And so it is. Lauren is sweet and smart and talented and pretty. Jeff was lucky to have her as a friend. Through thick and thin as the saying goes. Lauren was special for Jeff. But he was friendly and just plain nice to so many kids. The night before his funeral vast numbers of kids, his friends and teammates, and lots of kids who 'knew' Jeff more or less well from this or that class or camp or tournament turned out for a memorial gathering. The gymnasium at the church was full to bursting. Since he died a good number of those kids have told me how Jeff had touched them in some way. That makes me prouder than anything else. I love you Jeff.