Earlier this week, my uncle Jeff Guidry was taken off life support. Technically, he was my dad’s youngest sister’s husband—but in my life, he filled the role of an older brother, a guide, and, as I’m realizing more and more, a model for the kind of man I still strive to be.
We didn’t see each other often—my family in Colorado, his in Texas—but the moments we did share left a lasting impact. Jeff raised two incredible sons, about a decade ahead of my own boys, and now that my kids are grown, I find myself replaying the conversations we had. His wisdom—often simple, always sincere—didn’t always land with me back then. But now? Now I see it clearly. The way he balanced strength and gentleness. The way he made people feel heard. The way he showed up for others, especially those with disabilities, not out of obligation, but out of deep compassion.
Jeff was a painter, a teacher, and one of the kindest souls you could ever meet. He lived with purpose, gave with an open heart, and was loved by everyone lucky enough to know him.
Rest easy, Jeff. Your lessons live on. I hope to carry them forward—with kindness, humility, and grace.
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