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Date of Birth: July 29, 1977
To find Jake all you need to do is look to the water. Jake, with a heart of a fisherman, was always most alive and happy on the water. There he was himself, there he was at ease, there he was at home, and there when we have searched every place else we will always find his spirit, hear his laugh, see his smile. And there Jake is free at last. Jake, we love you, please watch over us.
Love always, your family and friends
In my mind, I will now and forever remember Jake like we were when were children – carefree and innocent – happy and full of life. My earliest memory of he and I is just a picture in my mind now – of Jake and me and Anna May fishing. I do not recall anything else about that day except that image of us and the feeling of how truly wonderful it was to be young. I will be eternally grateful to Jake for that feeling. On behalf of my family – you will never leave our hearts…
I will always remember Jake as a good friend and neighbor and the fishing trips on the boat he worked on or just talking to him when we saw each other out. He always had something positive and good to talk about whether it was about our times as kids or his new job. He was very happy and was looking forward to his future. Jake will never be forgotten in my mind. God bless, Jeff Harrell
Jake, I knew you when you were just a little tot playing with my nephew Jeff. I went to school with your father and grew up with the family in Huntington. I’ll always remember your grandmother’s store on Main Street. She was a proud woman and having you for a grandson was all she could have wanted in this world. We’ll miss you. JoAnn and I often would say I wonder how Jake and Mary are doing? We love you. You are with God now and he loves you.
Jake was my hero. He gave me my strength and my sense of humor. No one could tell a story like Jake. He had his timing perfected. He would hold out smiling until the perfect moment. There was always a punchline, but you never knew when it was coming, so I learned to listen carefully and constantly anticipate the joke. Often I would laugh too early, Jake would wait for the perfect moment and then slowly a sly grin would creep across his face. Usually I was on the floor laughing by then.
I never could have imagined that such a gentle soul would die so early. Jake I miss you very much. I can only promise you that I won’t let your spirit or your laugh die with you. I’m working on the sly smile.
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