My wife?s dad died two days ago. I don?t say ?father-in-law?, because he was more than that to me. He was my friend.
Jeff had a life to be proud of. When he graduated law school, he served as a JAG in Vietnam (I have a beautiful Colt .45 he brought back, but that?s another story). He got shot down in a helicopter, sustained lifelong (and likely life-ending) effects of Agent Orange, and went on to have a wide-ranging and storied career as an attorney. After the war, he first served in the District Attorney?s Office, prosecuting bad guys. He then went into private practice, and was a Special Prosecutor who took down a dirty sheriff in the late ?70?s. Again in private practice, he occasionally took on criminal defense cases that were ?undesirable?, believing that equal protection under the law actually meant something. I have a copy of a fun photo that was given to him by some fellas who roamed in Southern Colorado back then, who he often defended, and who?s mothers invited him to holiday meals. I think he said they were called the ?Sons? or something... I?d guess he was the safest attorney in town, back then.
That was a long time ago. He since raised 3 girls, one of whom I was lucky enough to marry. His practice became less sexy, but successful. He retired an accomplished attorney, a veteran, a husband and a father. He was a man of honor. He was my hunting buddy. My fishing buddy. My advisor. My confidante. My friend. I?ll miss you, Jeff. I?m so proud to have known you. Rest well. You?ve earned it.
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