When Jeff was a baby and just starting to walk, he could not be led. If you took his hand to walk across the street and he did not want to go, he did not have a fit or cry...he simply sat down and became a rock. He created his own destiny, followed his own path always. He was wise and warm and funny and kind. He could fix anything, build anything, had great ideas, could converse with anyone regardless of language, ethnicity or age. He was curious and genuinely interested in what you had to say. He had dreams and saw them through and he brought us along with him. He could make you so mad one minute then spin you around somehow so you were laughing right along with him the next. He had vision and clarity and was mostly free of judgment. That's his legacy. That's his gift.