It’s been one month since Jacob was stolen from us all. We are not even close to figuring out why this played out this way. It makes no sense to anyone. Someday, I will look back and smile at all that was you. Now, it feels cruel to wonder why did you have to suffer. Cruel to think that you were given a remission only to relapse. Cruel to be improving then told a few days later that you’re receiving a death sentence and you only have a few more days on this earth.
Mom and I miss you. Ana wants her brother back. We are forcing ourselves to stay busy. Not to forget but to pass the time. I feel your presence at times. I know you want us to move.
Your courage and grace are what makes me get out of bed. Your courage to laugh in death’s face inspire me. Your grace to thank us in your last words force me to think about my words when conflict arises.
I often told you I love you. In fact, I said it nearly every time we talked. Rarely did I ever truly thank you until your last year. Thanks for being you. Thanks for allowing us to guide you.
Thanks for putting your principles above personality. Thanks for loving people so deeply. Nights are the hardest Jacob. I pray we can all rest easier at night. Since you likely have top clearance up there in the spirit world I bet one more thing. Please help usall feel some peace.
Love you creepers!
