All i can really do while I’m working out is think. Some moments it feels real some not… sometimes i wanted to put the weights down and go cry in my room…but Jeff would tell me to keep going so i did.
He use to tell me how much Tim loves me and how i make him happy et cetera. That I’m part of the family and once in the family always in the family.
This workout was for you, Jeff. May you rest in peace, love you brother.