you know how they used to say that there are some people who are too gentle to live among wolves? that was jeffrey.
watching him was like watching someone actually eat life.
the horror i feel and a fear of leaving you before you ever really know me is my greatest concern.
to me it was…of course it was still jeff…but it wasn’t. no way was…jeff….i mean, he had that little bump on his nose. that’d tell me it was jeff. and, i remember i combed his hair. ‘cause he was always doing that, you know, he used to…pull back his hair. i took a comb out of my pocket and i combed his hair and i talked to him for a little while.
hang in there, buddy, ‘cause it won’t be long before we’re together again.
sometimes i look at his picture on my desk and i think, "where the hell are you?". he's gotta be somewhere, right? and it's been almost three years now, since jeffrey died, and i still, every day, i wonder where he is. for me the quilt is where jeff is.
every one of those persons represented by a panel is a person who is loved by somebody...and that loss...that tremendous loss.
