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The only pictures I have of/w…
The only pictures I have of/with Jeff are the ones he sent with Lucy, but I think they capture his gentleness, care, and loyalty to his friends. I’ll miss our hour-plus-long chats and lifts together. I hope you rest so, so easy, friend.
Lucky to have these memories …
2023, New Jersey, USA
Lucky to have these memories together 🤍
Realizing I don't have a sing…
Realizing I don't have a single photo with Jeff, I picked my favorite one of him. I think he liked this one, too. Rest well, friend.
Helping hands

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On behalf of The Cavaliers Alumni Association, we are saddened to hear of Jeff's passing. Jeff was a gentleman, a friend to all, and was an exceptional member of The Cavaliers.  May Jeff rest in peace. 
Jeff’s niece and nephew were …
2023
Jeff’s niece and nephew were so excited to get this toy from him that Christmas. And now, they’ve shared holding it dearly these past few days.
As so many others have pointed out, Jeff was committed to the theatre and always challenged himself to learn new things and to continually develop his skills as a musician, actor, music director, and stage director. Oh, and let’s not forget that whole triathlon thing. Impressive. We only worked together once which was on La Cage. I felt such a strong connection between he as the music director and myself as performer. He was always right there and I think performing along with me.
Jeff’s Ironman competition: 2…
2016, Clermont, FL
Jeff’s Ironman competition: 2.4 mile swim; 112 miles bike; 26.2 miles run.
2020
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When you can’t dance, they pu…
2005, Opera Tampa’s production of “Carmen”, Tampa, Florida
When you can’t dance, they put a guitar in your hands and tell you to just stand there and pretend you’re playing it. Meanwhile, our guitarist in the orchestra will actually be playing the piece. Jeff decided he could teach himself the part, and by the second performance, he was playing the piece without the help of the guitarist.
Jeff with his sister explorin…
1993, Coastline of Maine
Jeff with his sister exploring Acadia National Park.
Jeff with his new puppy, Kase…
1994, Cherry Hill, N.J.
Jeff with his new puppy, Kasey.
Jeff’s first interest in play…
1988, Audubon, N.J.
Jeff’s first interest in playing a musical instrument.

Jeff Hoh was and is a remarkable person. I was working crew for Barefoot in the Park when I met him. Seeing the cast rehearse together, he shined because of this quiet humor he had. He always did his best. Never once did he phone it in. He was and is a beacon of creativity, a pillar of kindness; though he isn’t here physically, his life and love will continue with us. To his family, friends, and loved ones - He will never be forgotten. During this time and any time, I am sending you all the love I can possibly give. Thank you, Jeff, for bringing people hope and for your endless spirit. We love and miss you.

‘August’ by Miguel Murphy:

Opened

between

void and

recognition.

The not

vivid.

Color

empty,

casual.

Unlike

memory,

bliss in dark-

ness, an

announcement.

Movement

outlined

not

contained

—a small

feeling, I

can’t, like

happiness

outlived.

A month.

The trim

clock.

The same

indignity:

elevator,

groceries,

an armload

of August

wildflowers.

My friend,

nowhere.

Duration.

To this

collapsing

hall, this

charging late

gold in summer,

my color.

—Eyes

close,

the answer

between

everything.

Peony.

Chamomile.

Marigold.

The flagrant

underworld

opened now

against

metaphor …

The moral

of the flower

is the

flower. 

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