I first met Jeff Haley when a friend brought him to my bff’s birthday party. He had long hair, was wearing a band hoodie (if I remember correctly), and didn’t say much. Obviously, my brain told me that I wasn’t cool enough to talk to him.
It’s been, like…..twelve? or so years since that party. And I’m still not cool enough to talk to Jeff Haley. But, God love’em, he talks to me anyway!
Like a true BAMF, Jeff lives in Qatar, has an awesome job, travels the world, meets new people, and grows his own mah’fuggin’ veggies.
He’s as genuine a person as you’ll ever meet and he attracts new friends as if he’s a human friend magnet. He’s kind and giving and sincere, and anybody who knows him can certainly attest to that!
Jeff, man! It’s so awesome to see you living life to the fullest. Most people should really take a page out of your book and start grabbin’ life by the you-know-whats (myself included). You’re a super cool dude with a super cool attitude and it’s just super cool to know you.
late 14c., "death," from Middle French obit or directly from Latin obitus "death," noun use of past participle of obire "to die," literally "to go toward" (see obituary). In modern usage (since 1874) it is usually a clipped form of obituary, though it had the same meaning of "published death notice" 15c.-17c.
plural vitae, Latin, literally "life," from PIE root *gwei- "to live."
While recently watching Rex Murphy’s tribute to my late father, I was saddened that my father wasn’t able to hear Murphy’s wonderful words. I’ve decided to write pieces that are dedicated to telling the people in my life how great I think they are. I call them “Vituaries.”