Memories and Musings

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My husband Jeff Loftus was just born good. Understood? Understood.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>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.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The wedding was ethereal. Angels graced us with their presence and the carefully chosen words of our pastor set the tone:</span></p><p><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Ecclesiastes 3:1 3</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Two 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.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>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.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My desire for anyone reading these pages is that within them you will find light love and laughter.</span></p>