Friday, October 2, 2020
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Jeff was my first friend in Boston. I had just moved to Boston, leaving my family, girlfriend, and friends back in Miami. As soon as that first Friday night rolled around, and nowhere to go, the buyer's remorse on the move to “bean town” set in. Early on in my first semester, I wore a Yankee T-shirt to class and Jeff quickly struck up a conversation with me. Soon thereafter we were constantly hanging out. The Year was 2004... the year the SOX finally broke the curse of the bambino...
Later in the semester, Jeff and some other friends made it their mission to teach a Nicaraguan guy from Miami how to snowboard. Jeff’s lessons were simple, taking me to the top of the mountain and telling me "Don't get hurt". Luckily, I squeaked by without an injury, and to this day, I have a love for the mountain that is all thanks to his persistence and patience with me.
After Graduation, I moved back home. Although we saw and spoke less often, whenever we would catch up, it was like we were back in his apartment on Mass Ave shooting the breeze about the Yankees. On one of our visits back to Boston, I brought my Fiancé, to go see this bar, The Tap, I had heard so much about. While partying through the late hours, my Fiancé (and her 3-inch heels), slipped and fell on the uneven/wet wood floors. Jeff who was nearby sprang into action and quickly picked her up before her embarrassment could set in. He reassured her, "no one saw, keep dancing"
Jeff had a huge heart and was an incredibly loyal friend. I'll miss him terribly and never forget him. My thoughts are with his family and loved ones.
