39 years old today, the little boy that was the light of my life is a grown man with prematurely gray hair. A hard worker, he has never married and lives a life of solitude with a small group of friends and minds his own business. Independent from an early age, he never lost his house keys and rarely needed help. His grandma had to beg him to get his "little men" off the floor so she could vacuum...how he loved Star Wars and all his little "people", playing for hours quietly. Even today they continue to fascinate him. He drank coffee at the kitchen table with his grandma while still in grade school, and graduated from high school and made his mother proud. Though he didn't finish college, he has worked hard, paid his taxes and taken care of himself for 20 years, and you just can't ask much more than that. I miss him but know he is self-sufficient and a real man.
Happy birthday, Jeff... I hope you read this today!