Is a question I should be asking Jeff.
In our short time together, Jeff asked so many questions about me.
My name, where I was from, and how I got to where I was.
And I never asked any about him.
So, as I sit next to him and watch him sleep,
I looked into the old entries of his blog.
Jeff was a remarkable young man.
He is funny, intelligent, and caring.
He truly did have a great love for his friends.
And maybe, he has some for me.
He reminds me of my husband.
The same smile, the same jokes.
The same warmth we shared.
And he reminds of my children.
Their innocence, and their love.
Maybe that is why I am so attached to him.
And why I wish to cure what ails him.
So I can hear him speak again.