If you’ve been following my journey for some time, you know that life as I knew it ended when my fiancé died of cancer in June of 2018.
But this isn’t a woe-as-me-tale. Far from it.
Following a promise I made to Jeff to take full advantage of my time here on this planet, I quit my job and set out to fulfill a dream to travel the world and write for a living.
Somewhere along the way, I started reading, too. Voraciously.
When I first met Jeff – long before we moved into our apartment down the street from Northwestern Hospital – Jeff kept his books stacked on the floor of his bedroom.
I was equal parts horrified at the storage system and impressed by the vast collection. His stacks of books were nearly as tall as me!
Even the windowsill in his bathroom strained beneath heaps of paperbacks. His home was like one of those dusty used bookshops where you wander through with delight but never buy anything – because you can’t find anything.
Much like the owner of a used bookstore, Jeff could find a title in an instant. He could also quote from most of the books in his stacks (and, seemingly, from every movie ever made!)
After Jeff died, my mom created a spreadsheet with all of his books. It helped my mom to have something to do during those awful, foggy, silent days of mourning. And, later, when I opened the document, it helped me to connect with him.
The number of books totaled 407, though I continue to add to the list when I find a book here or there, or when a family member reminds me of a book that he read that got borrowed and never returned in the way that good books do.
So far, I have read 72 of his books and I intend to get through all 400-plus titles, though there are a few like the “Arabic Alphabet” or the “Mensa Genius Quiz Book” that just won’t make the cut. (They are available if anybody wants to borrow them?!)
I started this project before I realized that I was going to read all of his books, so it will be a long process to go back and complete all of the book reviews. But I’m plugging away at it, so check back here often!
While I miss Jeff every single day, I also embrace life in a different way. That’s what he taught me to do in the way that he lived his short life – full of laughter and joy – and in the way that he died – full of hope that we would all live our lives to the fullest.
Even in death, Jeff continues to teach me as I learn from his inquisitive and encyclopedic mind by digging into the books that peppered his thoughts and helped to form his perspective on the world.
Though I expect that my #LiveLikeJeff book project will take a number of years to complete, I am also reading books that were not on Jeff’s shelves. I am constantly taking recommendations!