Jeff Potter

Jeff Potter

I met Jeff when he was only 12 years old….he instantly became my little brother, It was like we were family from that point on.
Jeff was someone you could always count on having his door always open to his friends.
He loved entertaining, especially when you would get people from other states coming to Maine. He would always have to put on a good downhome lobster feed, the Maine way:)
But if he wasn’t entertaining, than he was out fishing with his buddy
Sean, or hunting. And he would love taking care of the meat
himself….always having a freezer full of either fish or deer.
He loved the outdoors, and especially going to his mother’s camp on
Worthley Pond; You would go there and find him out enjoying the beauty of it all. And usually with a fishing pole in his hand
In the winter, you could again go there, and find him out on the ice……fishing.
Jeff decided to join his father, whom he lost when he was 10, on the
other side, in July 1998:(. I miss him greatly! Miss going
by his house just knowing if I needed him, he was there.
Jeff, I love you! Always have and always will. And I look forward to being with you again, on the other side.
Love from your sister
Linda.

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