Kære Jeff.
Du blev taget fra os, alt for tidligt.
Du fik sygdommen skizofreni,og den tog overtaget tilsidst.
Dine lidelser gjorde, at du valgte at tage dit eget liv.
Vi var kærester i næsten ti år,
og du VAR mit livs lys.
Du havde den gode egenskab,at du aldrig talte dårligt om andre.
Jeg savner dig stadig..
Da jeg så dig i kapellet,kunne jeg se at din sjæl var væk.
Jeg er sikker på,at du har fået fred nu, Jeff,
og at du er i det, vi kalder himlen.
Rest in peace. Friends forever. You know what I mean. Knus Karin.

Laura, din søster har skrevet et smukt digt til dig, som lyder:

A Sweet and Gentle Light Has Faded From My View ~
I Want the Sun To Stop Shining,
And the Birds To Stop Singing ~
I Want the Sea To Be Still.
My Dear Brother Is Dead.

How Can It Be
That the Same Ears that Heard You Laugh
Cannot Hear You Now?
That the Same Eyes that Looked Into Yours
Cannot See You Now?
And How Dare the Earth to Keep On Spinning
Without You?

Our Worst Fears Have Come True,
And I Can Only Wish
I Could Turn Back Time
And, Somehow, Make You Well Again.

Oh, Jeff ~ When Will The Smell Of Fresh Dirt
Once Again Mean Springtime
Instead of Death?
And Lullabies Bring Peace
Instead of Sorrow?

When Will I Stop Resenting Those
Who Smile, and Who Are Oblivious
To Your Life,
And Your Death ~
To Your Very Existence?
Don't They Know? Don't They Care?
Can't They See
That When You Died,
Part Of Me Died, Too?
Has Anyone Even Noticed
That My Heart Is Still Breaking?
That These Tears and Anger and Rage
Are For You? For Me... For Us.

Why You?
Why Did You Have to Get Sick?
I Am So Sorry It Was You ~
But, I Am Not Even Brave Enough
To Wish I Could Have Taken Your Place...

Jeff,
Whose Eyes Were The Color
Of a Restless, White-capped Sea ~
You were So Handsome, And So Funny!
I Miss You So Much.
My Only Comfort Is God,
And Knowing
That You Are Not Suffering
Anymore.

I Love You More Than Words Can Say.
And I will Keep Your Place In This World ~