In loving memory of Jeff Priebe

On December 2, 2023, our father took his life. He was just 60 years old. There were no final wishes, no instructions, and no life insurance. We were, and still are, completely shocked and devastated.

He had just closed on a house and was getting settled. He had projects planned for his new home and the four-stall garage that came with it. He was making friends with his neighbors and making connections in the community. He looked forward to the days we'd visit and watching his grandkids play. We meant the world to him. Millie and Molly, his two cats, meant the world to him.

For the first time in years, he was better. He seemed well.

He struggled with mental illness for years and was under the care of the VA. He was initially diagnosed with Bi-Polar and as Manic Depressive but was later diagnosed with a Traumatic Brain Injury and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder from an injury he sustained while serving our country. He was on medications to help with his mood, the chronic pain, and to prevent the nightmares that kept him from sleeping.

It has taken us time to process the events of what happened that night and the weeks and months following. We are still navigating through the grief and getting used to our new normal. It has also taken us time to go through his things and sell his house.

as he was a private person. Looking back now, we wish we would have been more open about our loss. Any kind words, we did receive, were always welcomed and appreciated. However, going through his loss alone, we felt isolated.

I think he's doing we

For those asking, there was no funeral service held. We held a small gathering of the immediate family before cremation, to say their goodbyes. When the family decided on final resting place, an ash spreading ceremony was held.