Thanks to Steans for reminding me of the anniversary.

When I came back from the memorial service last year, for some reason, I set the card that was passed out at the ceremony on the shelf next to my computer. It’s still there. I read it every once in while.

It’s from Blogo-de-Wilson, and I think it might have been his best post ever. On learning of Billy Preston’s death, Jeff wrote (in part):

59 is young, folks. You only get one shot at this life. Don’t waste it. It could be gone any day. Travel. Blow some money. Go see some music. Make some music. Kiss someone on the mouth (preferably someone who won’t sue you).

Read a book. Write a book. Whatever. Just don’t take it for granted. No one lies on their death bed wishing they had spent more time at the office.

Grab Let It Be (preferably on vinyl) tonight, and sit back and enjoy yourself.

Humor. Joie-de-vivre. Totally Jeff.

The twins turn one tomorrow. When it comes time for me to have the father-son(s) talk about Carpe Diem/Seize the Day/Make the Most Out of Life… I’ll tell them about Jeff. Hopefully, I’ll still have the card to show them too.