A few of Jeff's sketches -- click on the images to see more detail.
After reading Kathleen's blog this morning, I thought about the passages of life. I remember when my son was born and his growing years. He loved Dr. Seuss books and drew very elaborate sketches that let me know he would someday be an engineer or something similar. His sketches were so detailed. Was I surprised when he chose computer programming? Not one bit. As years passed I remember the feelings I had when he left home, married and started his own family. I realized that although I would continue to be a mother, that "child rearing" stage of my life had passed. I was proud of him. He and his wife had two beautiful girls, and he adored them. Then one day he discovered a lump above his ankle which turned out to be malignant. I had just retired (the Universe knows what it's doing), and so I was available to accompany him to his chemo, radiation and surgeries. Many days we spent driving into Los Angeles, and I'm grateful for those days because we talked like we had never talked, just the two of us. He began to sketch again. He made his transition the end of February 2007, so it has been almost two years. His girls are growing up. His wife is working and being a wonderful mom. We all miss him so much. I'm posting some of his art as a tribute to his life. Peace.