Jake

Jake
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Omastewin

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Whats different about tonight, was it a song, a thought, or allowing myself to feel. Miss you my brother, more than I can say. It's too quiet,
miss your music shaking the walls. Miss you waking me up at 3am to talk. Miss hearing you play the drums, miss your jokes, miss you.............
You deserved more time, there wasn't enough time. This was the place you went to, your brothers were here. I couldn't think of any place else to tell you, to share, what I'm feeling, but I can't get the words out. Love you my brother :(
 
Mosh - I think you got the words out beautifully, plain and simple but so, so deep. I feel for your loss and think of Jake every time I look at his tree.

He did deserve more time, but what he managed to do with the short time he had was nothing less than amazing. He is at peace now and he found peace on Earth before he left.

Keep coming and posting if it helps let the feelings out. And remember where to find me if you want to talk. Peace - John
 
Mosh, I only knew Jake a short while, others did too, and yes I wish he could still be here.

He taught me a lot in this time, and he helped a whole load of people here.

His spirit is strong and he has not really left you, he is with you, and he will guide you to great things in life.

You can see by the amount of deep praise from those who he touche, and also those who did not know him, but he is with us all wherever we may be.

Peace and love,

ste
 
Mosh, All My Best Thoughts are with you at your Huge Loss.

I met Jake Briefly a few times in chat and My Very first experience with him was me finally getting the courage up to trimblingly tell my story and in it i lessened it and down played it becuase i felt like a door mat and didnt want to bother anyone or thought that no one would care.

Then this person I had never met told me My Story Mattered and was Just as Important as anyone elses and thanked me for having the courage to tell it. I of course didn'y believe him But it was nice to hear.

I met him a couple of times briefly on chat and each time he was nice to me and told me I mattered. It hadn't sunk in yet but it was nice to hear. Then I read His story. And you Know that story so I Cried and felt so blessed and I believed my story nmattered from then on. Becuase if this stranger could tell me that I mattered after everything he had been through then Maybe it did.

I am glad I got to tell him He inpired me and still does. I am so sry for your Loss Mosh, I can not imagine. But I wanted to share that story to show you the person Jake was to me. He was an angel long before He Moved into the Position Now. His Passing was not in vain as so many can testify to. His Life was Not in Vain as you well Know I am sure. His Absence will Not be in Vain either as His message that you can still survive and still be a loving person and still be transends everything. He is so loved and so missed. But i also Know he Is doing Now what he couldn't do here. He is reaching the world now and I truly believe that in the next year we will see amazing changes towards Sexual abuse that I believe he has a hand in as we speak. He is and always shall be an Angel.
 
((((((((((((Mosh))))))))))))

I also knw Jake for only a short time, but he is an ace guy. Truly, he gave me strength. If I gave him some, great, but I believe I learned more from him than he may have from me.

You also have shown me the meaning of compassion, writing to me as you did when you were in your own pain. I believe he inspires all of us still.

To share grief is to divide it. To share joy is to multiply it. Please keep voicing your grief. There are so many people willing to help you.

Peace and love,

Scot
 
Mosh,

There are some old threads on this forum from others who have lost the survivors close to them. I don't know if any of those people are still lurking here, I hope that they will come out and post to you if they are.

I'm not sure what traditions you have about grieving a loved one, but coming together and sharing the good times and memories with others who are grieving is an important, and healing, part of honoring the dead in so many cultures and faiths. I hope that you have the chance to feel your grief and loss, but also that you have the chance to remember the good times without pain.

SAR
 
I Hope my Words help you as You and Jake Helped me.
This is What Jakes Legacy is to me. With out His Beautiful Support that first day This Poem could Not have been Written. I Hope it Honors His Memory.
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Imagine-Nation

A Child still Believes in Santa Clause.
A Child still sees their World as the street that they Live on.
A Child Still Thinks that there is a Monster in their Closet.
A Child is born with the Wondeful Gift to Imagine and Create.
A Childs Imagination is Greater than anything Known to Humanity.
A Childs ability to Dream and Create whole worlds inside a single thought is truly Magical.

Now Imagine What A Child Sees and Feels and Thinks When They are Abused, in Any Way.
Now Imagine How A Child Creates the Answers that No One yet Knows the Questions to.
Now Imagine How The Child Views that Abuse. No Matter How Great or Small.
Now Imagine How Difficult it is to Change those Thoughts and Dreams and Worlds if No One Knows What happened.
Now Imagine The Fear, The Pain, The Anger, The Isolation that Imagination Creates with Out Hope.

This is What Abusers Thrive on.
The Imagination of a Child to Believe.

Now Imagine, That We Still Have that Ability to Create, To Dream and To Believe in Our own Truth, The Real Thruth.
Now Imagine a World Where Children are Free to Create and Dream and Believe with out Fear.
Now Imagine and Believe and Make it So.
We Are The New Makers Of Our Own Worlds and We are the Dreamers of Our Own Dreams.
We Are Strong and We are The Children,
of Love not abuse, Anymore.
 
Hiya big sister, I just got back from a camping trip with my dad yeah? So I just saw this. I wanted u to know when I was out on the mountain one day I was feeling really bad about Jake & starting to cry. My dad told me its okay to cry. But I was in the trees & the clouds moved away from the sun & i could feel the warm sun on me like blades of light & i looked down & it was so cool. It was like around my shoulders & warm across me, like I was being held.

I WAS being held.

Toksa,
Wakiyan Cistala
 
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