8 years, 6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 6 hours, and 31 minutes...

is not enough time to live. It was not enough time to mother him. It will never be enough.

Samuel Alexander Jeffers exhaled his last exhale at 6:31 this morning at his home in Grover Beach.

Sam was diagnosed with brain cancer exactly 1 year and 1 month ago. 13 months later his fight is over, but ours has just begun. His journey in this life is complete-way too short, but complete. I have half a lifetime to comprehend and mother him as best I can from here.

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