Memories and Musings

My husband Jeff Loftus was just born good. Understood? Understood.Exactly one week before my daughter's wedding, my beloved husband died unexpectedly. He was doing something he loved - mountain biking. He had just turned 60. Heartbroken and filled with grief, we resolutely knew what he would want us to do.The wedding was ethereal. Angels graced us with their presence, and the carefully chosen words of our pastor set the tone:'To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven.A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.'Ecclesiastes 3:1, 3Two weeks later, we celebrated Jeff's extraordinary legacy. Hundreds of friends and family gathered to pay their respects. For someone who liked to fly under the radar, he sure knew how to draw a crowd.Through my poems, I find peace knowing our memories will always live on. I hope you glimpse the essence of my husband and the incredible life we shared. Whether you knew him for minutes, a few years, or a lifetime, he left a lasting impact on every single person he met.My desire for anyone reading these pages is that within them you will find light, love, and laughter.