He was my friend.
Somehow, I always expected to see him again.
Walking through the halls, talking on the phone,
Coming to see me and make me a little less alone
At this big giant desk in a big empty room.
He’d say, “Hello, sunshine!” just to make me smile,
Or sometimes he just came and stood and stared in silence
And we could ‘not talk’ just as well as talk.
Gravelly voice, beard, glasses, and a head full of stuff-
Computer trivia, interesting stories, and
He sure did have a sense of humor about him!
But he was ready to get down to business, when
I mentioned my schoolwork or problems popped up.
His phone would ring… it seemed it always rang.
Someone always needed him right then “yesterday,”
And off he would go around the floor or onto the elevator.
I’ll never put mints out on my counter again without
Thinking of Jeff-he was my primary customer.
He loved his family and his pets in simple ways.
He was always ready with pictures of Darby or Hannah.
He honored his religion with his heart, and
He was his own person at the same time-
Very definitely himself and nobody else
From Waffle House coffee to motorcycles and dogs.
He was an integral part of Finance and
He was my friend.

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