Jeffrey Otoo
Jeffrey Ekow Otoo is the only son of Rose and Peter Otool. He was born in Accra, Ghana and came to the US when he was 5 years old. He lived in Tustin, CA from elementary to high school.
Jeffrey loved basketball and played competitively and for leisure with friends. He was very passionate about music and produced beats and music under various nicknames "Pretty Jeff", " J ball " or most recently " Yung Mako." He was passionate about fitness and boxing. He worked in Sales and Warranty and had a fruitful career in that industry.
Jeffrey attended Fullerton Pentecostal Church where he was baptized. Jeffrey loved his family and friends so much and was a lover of life and overall was a very positive person, he surely will always be missed!
Rest in peace dearest son, brother, nephew, cousin and friend until we meet again.
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Jeff’s high school graduation day. Earlier in the day/week he coached my travel ball team in a national tournament. He was 18 years old by far the youngest coach in the entire tournament. Typical Jeff, it didn’t bother him. He was always willing to take on a challenge and not be be afraid of failing. I love his smile in this picture, he was happy. He loved basketball and helping kids get better.
Some days the missing just shows up without warning. No anniversary. No particular reason. Just a Tuesday, or a Thursday, or a quiet moment when everything goes still and I feel you everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
You were my brother. My best friend. My person in this world. The one who knew my whole story because you lived it with me. The one I crossed an ocean with when we were just children and had only each other. You were the first home I ever had that felt like mine.
I have been writing about grief lately, building frameworks and books and language for the kind of loss that does not come with instructions. And every word I write, I write because of you. Because when you left, none of the existing words were big enough for what I was carrying. So I had to find new ones.
You were not just my brother. You were the evidence that love can survive anything. That two people can hold each other up across decades and distance and difficulty and still recognize each other as home.
I miss you today in that particular way that has no bottom. I love you in the way that does not stop just because you are not here to receive it.
Rest easy, my person. I carry you everywhere I go.
Always and completely yours,
Your big sister