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  • You Never Know How Strong…..

    June 30th, 2024

    Yesterday, I was talking to another member of the club….the worst club ever, the club no one really applies to join, the club that will define us for the rest of the time we are here…..The Widow/Widower Club. It was his wedding anniversary and he is in the second year of his journey. I didn’t believe it when I heard it but yes, the second year is worse than the first! I can explain why but I will leave that for another blog. Anyway, we talked for a while because I wanted to make sure that he would get through the day as painlessly as possible and to give him some ideas of how to do that. During the conversation he said, “I just need to learn to be as strong as you.” Me???? Strong???? What!?!?! The person who can breakdown at the slightest thing??? Me, the person who can’t get the lid off jars??? Me, the person who still is struggling with the side effects of widow’s fog??? Me, strong???? I didn’t think I was strong in anyway but then I thought about it. I guess there was a reason when I bought myself a sign that has the words of Bob Marley….You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have! Yup, that is true!!! Over the past 7 years, I have done things I didn’t think I would have to do. The ones that stick out in my mind are as follows: I had to figure out a way to take care of my pool because seeing it not perfect was a reminder that Jeff wasn’t around to take care of it (after many failed attempts…I hired a lovely family). I had to get my house together and ready to be sold (talk about an emotional roller coaster between going through years and years of memories and leaving the place Jeff and I built). I had to buy a car (the first one I had ever bought on my own). I had to buy a house and move (It was during the market craziness AND I moved to a place I had only visited briefly before). OK, so maybe I am strong….still can’t always open jars but I guess there is a difference between physical strength and emotional strength. I need to get back to my gym routine to help with the jar thing but I guess when I need to be, I can suck it up and be strong. Maybe this is part of the silver lining theory. I wouldn’t have known any of this if I had not lost Jeff and my Dad. I would have been living my “normal” life and would have had all those things taken care of for me. I would have swirled around in my comfort zone for as long as it would have let me. Would that have been ok with me? Heck yeah!!! But in the wise words of my favorite boss ever, Mike Gorman, change is good. We are creatures of habit. We want things to stay the same because it makes us comfortable. While comfortable is good, it can hurt us as well. I think about all the things I have done in the past 7 years and I know that a lot of them would not have happened if my life didn’t change as dramatically as it did. I have memories to keep forever. I have friends that have shown me the true meaning of friendship again and again. Ironically, I recently started following a FB (yes, I still hate FB and every day find ways to justify staying on my page) called Worthy. It has words of inspiration every day. Some apply and some don’t but it is still worth reading. I opened it this morning and there is a post about being strong!! That is why I am writing today. I believe in signs and that was one for me. Made me think about my strength and maybe, just maybe, I am stronger than I think! The photo I used is from that posting as are the words below. The photo can apply to different situations as can the words but I do think they apply. I mean, even Winnie the Pooh realizes the strength someone can have and not realize it!!

    “Sometimes we need the breaking for a breakthrough.”

    In the hardest times, it feels like everything is falling apart.

    Tears and heartache are constant, and it’s tough to see any light.

    Yet, it’s in these raw moments that we find our true strength.

    When all we know shatters, we gather the courage to rebuild.

    The pain opens us up to deep growth and change.

    Each tear helps us grow stronger.

    The breaking feels unbearable, but it’s leading us to a better place.

    Let yourself grieve and feel the sadness, trusting that this pain is making way for something beautiful.

    Sometimes, we need to break open to let the light in and reveal our strongest selves.

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  • The Simple Things

    June 25th, 2024

    I had no intention of writing today until……. I was sitting here catching up on emails and I looked over to see Blue basking in the sun. He looked so content with the sun on his face. I thought, WOW, something so simple could bring him happiness and peacefulness! I actually teared up as I just stared at him. We are always in such a hurry, planning the next thing, worrying about tomorrow that we really do let the simple moments slip past us. I am pretty sure that those simple moments that we miss could probably bring us more joy than we could imagine. We are so serious. We need to laugh more often. We are so programmed. We need to do things “just because” more often. The dishes can wait, the laundry can wait (unless of course you have already worn that last outfit a couple days). The broom will be there in a hour. That moment might only last a few seconds and then will be gone forever. Do not let it get past you. Watch the sunrise at least once a week. Watch the sunset as well. Smell the flower blooming outside your door. Smile at the stranger that you are sharing a grocery store aisle with for a moment. Share these moments with those people that are important to you. Put your phone away and actually talk to that person face-to-face. I have learned that Quality over Quantity is a thing! Even though it might just be a moment, it could be the best moment of the day. The moment that makes you breathe a little easier, stress a little less, smile a little more. Technology has been a gift and a curse all at the same time. We don’t engage in our surroundings anymore because we are engaged in our technology. I will be the first to admit I am one of those people. My phone and laptop became my escape when I lost Jeff. They could take me places that I couldn’t go to at that time. They could connect me in a way nothing else could. I am glad that I realized I had to get “back on the horse” and go out because otherwise, I could have withdrawn to a place that would have been so difficult to leave. I still rely on my phone far too much but I am working on that. I am a work in progress on so many levels but I am working so that’s a good thing. And now, as I end this impromptu post, I am going to head out and take in some moments! I wish all of you at least one moment today. If you have a good one, let me know because I would love to hear about it!!!

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  • When you least expect it!!

    June 24th, 2024

    Do I believe there are things in this life that are beyond our control….absolutely! They can be good or bad. Jeff is proof of that! The good: We should have never met but a series of events caused us to be introduced and the rest was history. The bad: He’s no longer here. I/We fought the hospital hard but still lost the war. Do I believe in signs…..absolutely! Have they played a different part in my world the past 7 years….yes, they have. So after we lost Jeff, Molly was the first to receive a sign. She went bowling with Craig and his sister. The Bobjaks are NOT bowlers so the selecting of the ball basically involves around two things – can I pick it up and do my fingers fit in the holes? Molly went to select her ball and she noticed it had a name on it…….JEFF! Yes, a personalized ball that was sitting on the rack. And of all the names to be on that ball that she selected……JEFF!! After that, Molly was receiving signs all over the place and I’m not going to lie, I was not only jealous but I was also pretty pissed!! Really Jeff??? Thirty years and you didn’t need to throw me a sign or two to comfort me? You see me struggling and you can’t help me out?? Then in February, I found the paper that had his writing on it. “Faith is believing that whatever it takes to get through, you have.” I had finally received my first sign and I cried like a baby. OK, crying is an understatement. I sobbed, I yelled, I sobbed some more, I paced, I literally lost my shit. A few days later, I laminated the paper and carried it around with me wherever I went. And then I panicked to think I could lose it so I did what any normal person would do, I had it tattooed on my arm a year or so later. HA! Now I can’t lose it!!! Anyway, as time went on, I would find a penny or a dime or a euro (long story for another blog) somewhere random and I would cry and put them away in a special wallet I had been given (thank you Michelangelo Lapo) by our favorite person in Firenze. I still was not receiving the signs the way I had hoped. I wanted to know he was ok and that he was still around watching over me. I then went to Halloween party and there was a medium there. I believe that some (few) people have that ability but I went into the session believing that this person might not be one of those people. I did not give up any information. That was until she told me this……..You want to receive signs and feel as if you aren’t receiving them the way you would like. He is telling me that he is not sending them because they upset you but when he sees that you are better not only will you receive signs, you will receive so many that you will almost feel like you are being haunted. WOW!! And she was spot on. Once I pulled myself together a bit (not fully and it may never be fully) and shifted my vision from what I was missing to what I had, the signs started coming. The number 14 was our number…..married on the 14th, one of his favorite Flyers was Ron Sutter (#14), he had to leave us on the 14th (there are more 14s on the list but the beginning and end for us are the two biggies). Anyway, I would find change in random places and yes, a dime and four pennies would be what I found. Not just once but multiple times. He did change it up once and reversed the number to four dimes and a penny. I went out to fight the pool pump once and there was a butterfly on the pipe. It was orange and black (Go Flyers) but then when it opened its wings……..amazing blue was displayed (Jeff’s color was blue). Rather than cry, I would thank him. I now find comfort in the signs when they appear. They tend to appear when I need them the most. They don’t make me cry anymore but they make me thankful that I know he is ok and is still watching after us. Signs, signs, everywhere a sign. I don’t look for them, they just appear, usually when I least expect it but definitely need it.

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  • In the Blink of an Eye

    June 20th, 2024

    It is amazing to look back and realize how quickly things can change….forever. I think back to the last June I had with Jeff and everything about it was so different than the Junes I have had since. That June we were making plans for our Big Disney Trip! I say big because this one was going to be different than the others. We were traveling with 6 other adults and no “kids”. Yes, we were taking our kids with the addition of their significant others at the time but by definition, we had 8 adults on this trip. We were so excited because we were doing what we loved to do as a family…..we were going to The House of Mouse. We made the reservations, we got our FastPasses for our must do rides, we made dining reservations for the places that the kids always loved (Crystal Palace, Chef Mickey, Via Napoli…..). I remember telling the kids that the only time they needed to be with us was when we had a ride or meal booked. I understood in advance that they would probably want to go out and do their own thing without Mom and Dad around to cramp their style. Well, I was so wrong!!! We were a pack of 8 almost the whole time except when I mandated “date night”. It was a dream vacation all the way and Jeff continued to talk about it until the end. That Christmas, Jeff’s most cherished gift was a photo album that I put together for him of the whole trip. I didn’t think I ever wanted to go to Disney again but I got “back on the horse” and chaperoned the Senior Class Trip to Florida in 2018. Was I scared to be there – absolutely! Was I sad every night when the other female chaperones were calling their husbands and I couldn’t – absolutely! Did I see Jeff in every inch of every park – absolutely! Was I proud of myself for getting my shit together and doing it – absolutely!! The Boys and I went back the following summer with my brother and his family. It was hard for all of us but it was a break from our grief as well. We were sad being in one of Jeff’s most loved places without him but it was also great to be somewhere that you almost can’t be happy! My nephew came with us since I am all about leaving on the first plane to maximize the time you have in the parks. It was so much fun to introduce Austin to the Bobjak’s Disney rather than the Sperduto’s Disney. I will never forget how he greeted my brother when he arrived. “We don’t do anything when we come here!!” Anyway……..my Junes (along with my Julys, Augusts, Septembers, you get the idea) now are different. I don’t plan summer vacations with Jeff anymore. I don’t count the days until the end of the school year anymore. I don’t plan meals around a shift worker’s schedule anymore. Yes, there are many more “don’ts” but now I have some “dos”…. I do get to go on trips anytime I want instead of within the confines of the school calendar, Jeff’s schedule, etc. I do get to FaceTime with my grandbabies. I do get to celebrate Quinn’s first birthday. Do the “dos” help with the “don’ts”….sometimes. Do the “dos” make the “don’ts” hurt even more….sometimes. The best way for me to handle that is to be thankful for every “do” I had because they were great while they were here. Appreciate every second because in the blink of an eye……..

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  • Never the same….but that’s ok.

    June 17th, 2024

    Time and tide wait for no man. – Chaucer.

    There are so many great quotes and this is definitely on the list. We are always “going to”. We are going to get together. We are going to relax. We are going to take a trip. And on and on and on it goes. Jeff and I were going to do a lot of things but that list ended on 1/14/2017…..or did it??? Jeff and I had our retirement all figured out. We were going to travel. We thought about seeing the US in a motorhome but then I decided we might be better off with 2 small ones. We could park side by side, sightsee during the day, have dinner together and then retreat to our separate vehicles……Hey! I was just trying to save someone’s life!! I guess, the thought of being together that much in such tight spaces scared the crap out of me!! That is because Jeff and I were pretty much opposites. The easiest way to sum it up is that I’m the 1/2 full part while he was the 1/2 empty part but together we made a full glass!! OK, back to the list…….I thought when he died so did my list. After 2 years of Susan mandated mourning, I pulled my head out of my arse and decided I could really do it. Not necessarily with him but definitely for him. The one thing that I set out to accomplish was an NHL game in every arena. I deleted any that we had previously visited and started the “Official Bucket List” tour. Philly was easy….I had season tickets. Then came The Coliseum (that’s got funny stories attached, just ask Evan), Madison Square Garden, and Capital One Arena. I had tickets to the Devils but freakin’ Covid changed those plans! Over the past three seasons I have added PPG (at least one Flyers game a season) and Nationwide. I know this is slow going but I’m going!!! I did some traveling as well. The biggest one was Switzerland, by myself, for a weekend, to go to a Flyers game!!! OK, so I flew by myself. Luckily for me, I have an amazing friend who lives in Switzerland so once I got there…… I often sit thinking about how things were supposed to be. I had a plan, Jeff had a plan, we had a plan but we all know what they say about best laid plans! I have decided that I am not going to wait for time nor the tide because as the saying goes, neither will wait for me! I try to see people when I can. I try to do things when I am presented an opportunity. I try to limit regrets on the daily. Does that mean it all gets done? No!! Do I do things that I probably would have never done before? Yes!! Are things different than I had expected? Yes! Is that a bad thing? No! I am still breathing for a reason. Do I know the ultimate reason? No, but I do know that I am still on this earth to accomplish something. Maybe it’s the NHL thing, maybe it’s seeing a place I fall in love with and eventually move there, maybe it is just as simple as God can’t figure out where to put me when that time comes. I have no idea why but here I am and I am going to live!!! It’s not the same…..but that’s ok!!!!

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  • Where the #@*% is my owner’s manual???

    June 13th, 2024

    When I was little (ok, for those of you chuckling that being only 5 foot tall still makes me little), I always knew I wanted to be a teacher. I would play school with my friends ONLY if I was the teacher. I had desks, a blackboard, textbooks, red pens…..you get the idea! As such, I also had a teacher mentality. Everything made sense. Everything could be taught or confirmed through reading. Everything had an answer. While I have been retired since 12/31/2020, old habits die hard and I still often think the world should run that way….silly me! Anyway……I was not only a teacher, I was a female teacher so directions were always my way to go. When I had to assemble something, I would follow (or attempt to follow) every word that was written in the manual. That’s why they were there. To make the task at hand easier. No brainer!!! So, when I lost Jeff, I wanted an owner’s manual for my new found condition. Researching for something like that only made me more anxious and scratching my head. The “instructions” were all over the board. They were not as clear cut as 2+2=4. What the heck???!!! My logical mind could not understand any of this! I was doing things I had never done in my life and I was not doing things I had done almost daily. The weird thing is, had I found a manual, I would only have been able to maybe read one line and then have to put it down. Widow’s Fog killed my ability to read and comprehend things. Seven years later and I still struggle with it. Anyway, I learned something pretty quickly……grief is not a nice, clear cut journey. It does not make sense all the time. There is not an expiration date on it. It is a personal journey and what works for one does not work for all. Just to give an example……..when Jeff was in the hospital, I knew that his lack of movement and constant IV would eventually cause his hands to swell. Every morning, I would say good morning to him and then turn his wedding ring on his finger because the last thing I wanted was for that to be cut off his hand. I did it one morning and I could tell it was tighter than it had been so I told the nurse that I though “today is the day”. She came in and worked a bit but got his ring off for me. Jeff became a bit agitated and I quickly explained to him that I had it and it was on the chain that he always wore (the one that was mine when we started dating but he claimed it and really never took it off until the day he went into the hospital.) and that I had put my ring on it as well. In my world, they belonged together. If he couldn’t wear his, I couldn’t wear mine. This all made perfect sense to me and I stood by my decision. Fast forward a little and I was on a widow’s support site and someone posted the question….when do/did you remove your ring? I told my story and to my surprise……..I was attacked. I was called names. I was told things like “My husband put that on my hand and I will NEVER take it off.” and on and on and on. It was that day that I left all of those groups and realized this in MY journey. What works for one might not work for another and it is no one’s place to tell anyone grieving that they are not doing it correctly. A friend of mine just posted this and I think it is fabulous because grief is also a difficult thing for people to understand when they have not walked THAT mile. The writing below is not mine but it is perfect and the author is cited because she deserves all the credit. It is because of these thoughts that someday I will publish the book that I am working on to try to help this process become an easier journey for at least one person.

    IF YOU THINK GRIEF HAS A TIME LIMIT,

    you have likely never lost a piece of your heart.

    If you think that the days, months and years will somehow erase the extent of the loss, then you have never been unlucky enough to lose a love.

    You are blessed, my friend.

    For life without that piece of you, is a new life indeed.

    It is a new world when the person you miss is no longer here.

    Everything looks different and will never look the same again.

    Every day is a mountain to climb, battling the waves of emotion, when a song plays, a smell reminds or a memory rears.

    And that never lessens, we only become accustomed to handling it.

    To hiding it.

    You may think time is healing the hurt, then you enter a new phase of your life; a relationship, a child, a grandchild, a new opportunity, and you realise you cannot share that with your missing part.

    The waves bear down fresh, as they were on the very the first day.

    If you think grief has a time limit, my friend, you have never lost a piece of your heart.

    And for that, you should be truly grateful.

    Let the grieving grieve for as long as they must, and if you want to help, just love them more.

    Love is the only way.

    Donna Ashworth

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  • Just when you think….

    June 8th, 2024

    As we all know, life is pretty much a roller coaster ride. A series of ups and downs, loops and dips, with some straight runs mixed in here and there. It’s easy to forget the ups when the downs arrive. Just like any family, we had our ups and downs. Medical issues, crazy coaches, puberty in general, school stress, work stress, and all the other things that could easily bring us down. It’s at those times that you are tested. The way that I have chosen to cope with those types of things is to go with the belief “Someone always has it worse”. No matter how difficult your battle may seem, there is someone who would love to “only have to deal with that”. I have used that to get through oh so many things. Now I am going to fast forward to the worst day of my life….1/14/2017. I sat in a hospice room watching Jeff’s chest go up and down. I sat in a hospice room and watched his chest stop going up and down. I sat in a hospice room and told the person who had been my world and just left this world that I loved him. As I left his room for the final time, I thought that there was NO way someone had it worse than I did. I could not even think that was possible until……. As I left the ward, I walked past the last room and that was when I again knew, someone had it worse. The last room was a little boy with a baseball blanket. There it was….my someone. There was a mom who knew she was not going to have her baby much longer. It was at that point that I thanked Jeff for bringing me out of my pity and appreciate the fact that someone truly did have it worse.

    Now I fast forward. A classmate from HS named Jen. We did not run in the same circles in HS but we lived near each other and were on the same bus. The best thing about not being in HS is reconnecting with the people who are also no longer in HS. The labels and the cliques are gone and we can treat each other as adults and form friendships that did not exist back in HS. I do not exactly remember how Jen and I reconnected but I can tell you that she was absolutely amazing when I lost Jeff. At a time when people I thought of as friends disappeared, I was so appreciative of the Jens in my life. So here I am today, trying to figure out how to be there for Jen. Earlier this week, Jen’s twin sons (23 years old) were killed in a car accident. I struggle to find the words to say to Jen because I cannot even imagine the pain she is experiencing right now. I have learned that it is ok to not have words and at this point, that is where I am. I will let Jen know I am here for her and will do whatever I can to help her through this but I probably will never have words. It absolutely breaks my heart to think that my friend is currently my “Someone always has it worse”.

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  • Life Goes On.

    May 8th, 2024

    Robert Frost said, “In three words I can sum up everything about life: it goes on.” He is correct. It does go on. Forever changed but still moving on. Seven years ago, I couldn’t image that possibility. My biggest reason to live, besides my kids, was gone and was never coming back. The person I had gone through life with for almost 30 years had left this world. How the hell was I going to live? Did I even know how to live without him? Well, that answer is easy…..absolutely not!! The easiest thing would have been to not go on but what a disservice that would have been to Jeff’s memory. He had a whole life ahead of him to live and he was not given that opportunity so now, for him, I had to live and I had to live THE best life I could. There was no better way to honor him than to do just that. In addition to that, he took such great care of our kids and they were already heartbroken so I could never add to that. Actually, I had to work to find a way to minimize that. Make them realize that “life goes on.” I knew that eventually, they would be ok. I knew this because Jeff and I survived the death of his Dad. While we missed him every single day, we had our lives to keep us going. We had work, and the kids (well only Jeffrey and Evan in the beginning since I was pregnant with Molly when he passed away), we had the kids’ activities, we had our activities and all these things kept us busy and caused our life to go on. When Jeff passed away, our kids were all on the threshold of their new chapters. The chapters that would allow their lives to go on.

    I can honestly say that this widow shit is not for the faint of heart. It causes emotional pain that is unbearable at times. It causes physical pain that is overwhelming at times. The loneliness can be debilitating at times. At times, at times, at times but not always. So, the only thing I can do is ride that wave because after all, LIFE GOES ON!

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  • Susan 2.0

    April 28th, 2024

    I’m not going to lie…..I have been having a bit of a tough time. Easter, for whatever reason, hit me hard this year and the funk was a deep one. I am definitely working out of it and that is always a good feeling. I do believe that sometimes the “funks” can be good even though they can make me feel so badly. The funks bring the memories to the front of my mind which can be difficult and amazing all rolled into one. I know that sounds strange but I think I have come to learn that the reason it hurts so badly is because the good was SO good and now that it is gone it hurts SO much. I have decided to make an effort to focus on the good rather than allow the bad to overshadow that. I can sit around all day long going on and on and on about all the things I am missing now that Jeff is gone but what would that do? It would make Jeff terribly disappointed in me. It would make him watch me not live the life that I have been gifted to have. Everything happens for a reason and while I still do not understand why he is no longer here or why I am, a fact is a fact. I am here and the most disrespectful thing I could do to him and his memory is to not live the life I have been given. Jeff wanted the best for me. He worked hard to give me an amazing life. He loved to see me happy. I need to continue allowing myself to see that in the memories and the moments now.

    Here’s where the 2.0 comes in. The term 2.0 is used postpositively to describe a new and improved version or example of something or someone. I definitely have a 2.0 version of me now. I am far more appreciative of opportunities that are presented to me. I have been able to do things that I probably would have never had the guts to do prior. I literally went to Switzerland for a long weekend to see the Flyers play a preseason game. I have gone camping and have loved the peace, the tranquility, and the disconnect from my phone (still have not given up the need for an actual toilet and shower). I have sold a house and bought my very first “just me” house. I have become a landlord. I have bought an airline ticket on a Monday to start a long weekend in Florida on a Thursday! The list goes on and on and on. But the thing is, that list is just beginning. I have a To Do List a mile long and I know that I will probably never finish it but as long as I am trying….. Now I can tell you that with this 2.0 version comes a little bit of guilt. I often wonder if Jeff would have liked/loved this version better than the one I gave him. There are times that I know for sure that would be the case but on the flip side, he loved me and the original version and I find comfort in that. I do believe that he is watching over me, giving me the strength I need during the times that I desperately need it (thanks for the dimes!). Here’s to Susan 2.0 which I only hope becomes Susan “2.0 and then some”!!!

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  • 7 Long/Short Years

    January 15th, 2024

    I know it sounds weird but the past 7 years have gone by insanely quickly as well as unbelievably slowly. I sometimes feel like it was a lifetime ago that Jeff was here and then think that it was just yesterday. This “anniversary” was a tough one for me. I think that going into remembering the 9 days of hell still tired from the trip and dealing with my “souvenir” of Covid made this one harder to handle. I was already physically at a disadvantage so that made me emotionally vulnerable. Or, it could just be that I really missed him. Anything is possible when it comes to these things and I just brace myself and hold on until the ride comes to a complete stop! I posted the above picture because this was the first sign I received from Jeff. As I said before, I was so upset with him because Molly was getting signs all over the place and I was receiving absolutely nothing and then finally in February, I found this in a location it had not previously been. It is Jeff’s handwriting. I spent hours googling it to see where it came from and found nothing. Yes, I truly believe that Jeff sent this to me. So much so that I eventually had it tattooed on my arm so that I would never lose it or forget it. When I’m having a rough day, I pull up my sleeve, read his words, and carry on. I continue to find dimes in random places and every time I do, I thank him for letting me know he’s around. Today, Molly and I were texting and she asked me what time Jeff had passed. I told her it was around 3:50 am. Molly then proceeded to tell me that Quinn, who has been sleeping through the night for some time now, had a strange night. She then told me that at 3:51 am, he was “talking” in his crib. He never cried and eventually went back to sleep. I have no doubt that Jeff went to visit Quinn. I know that our grands have the best guardian angel ever and he will always be around for them. If I never receive another sign again, I would be ok with that as long as he continues to visit Lucas, Quinn, and Nora. Well, we have survived another year without him and even though it is the hardest thing we will ever do, we have so much to be thankful for and that is what continues to get us through. His time here was not long enough but what an impact he made. Every Second, Every Day.

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