- Jeff was a longtime resident of Levittown,PA before moving to Colorado nine years ago. He loved everything about it, especially all of Gods creations that he enjoyed almost constantly when he snow boarded, rock climbed, off roaded, and sky dived among many other outdoor activities. He loved life and enjoyed living it. He loved his friends and considered them family. When everyone else grew up, moved away and changed, Jeff kept in touch with them all, somehow keeping groups of people who loved eachother connected, even without them being fully aware of it at the time. When you look up the word "friend" in the dictionary, it says the definition is "One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement." He did all of those things like it was a profession, and he enjoyed them all. He was the ultimate friend, genuinely supporting anyone who needed it, sympathizing with you, and lifting you up. It was a great blessing to be a part of his life, and he was able to juggle so many close friendships with such ease. I believe in his short time on earth, he did much of God's work when it came to kindness and love. He was a beautiful example of an angel's spirit.
Jeff was an amazing son, brother, cousin and nephew. He adored being with his
family and emitted so much of what he was from what they taught him to be. He
was so proud of everyone he loved. He is survived by his loving and gentle
mother Christine Crowley and her husband John Crowley, his proud father George
W. S. Johnson, his brothers George W. Johnson and Sean Crowley, sister
Candice Johnson, and many aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and cousins. Everyone
who knew him knew what a wild spirit he owned and although his graciousness
and gentleness preceded him, he was a free and vivacious spirit that could never
be truly tamed. If you ever had the blessing of meeting Jeff, you would have
definitely heard of his prized possession Ezra Michael Johnson, his little boy.
He lived for and loved taking care of Ezra and showed all who knew him what
it meant to be a parent. Ezra is a sweet and compassionate little boy with a feisty
spirit that replicates his dad to the fullest. He is a wonderful and neverending
example of Jeff in so many ways and anyone who meets him can see the uncanny
resemblance and be reminded of the sweet and gentle side of Jeff. Ezra will
forever be full of the undying love that his dad gave him while here on earth and
the love and guidance he will continue to give fully while in heaven. There was
truly no hobby or activity Jeff loved more than spending time with his son, and
he taught many new parents he knew, and parents to be he knew, what truly
loving your child and putting them first above all other things meant. He was a
great teacher for so many of us who knew him and his lessons will carry on
forever. Jeff was also survived by Ezra's mom Erin Filutze, who he spent many
years with, sharing the joy and milestones of their beautiful son. They created a
very special and precious gift together and were both proud to watch Ezra grow
and change.
Jeff wasnt the average guy you knew growing up. He was different and unique
and had qualities about him that made the people around him love him and listen
to what he had to say and the advice he often gave. The world lost a great man
yet gained a very powerful and strong angel. He is around us, even now. He is
watching over and guiding and offering advice when needed. He is lifting us up
and showing us how he would want us to be, as if it was us who was lost and he
had lived. He lives now...through every single one of us. Our actions and the
steps we take everyday will reflect that we have known him and learned something
from him that we will carry on to others who will never have the gift of knowing
him.....knowing his love and compassion. We are all better human beings for having had him in our lives.........
- Do not stand at my grave and weep;
- I am not there. I do not sleep.
- I am a thousand winds that blow.
- I am the diamond glints on snow.
- I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
- I am the gentle autumn rain.
- When you awaken in the morning's hush
- I am the swift uplifting rush
- Of quiet birds in circled flight.
- I am the soft stars that shine at night.
- Do not stand at my grave and cry;
- I am not there. I did not die.
- Mary Elizabeth Frye
