Thursday, May 14, 2026
My mother (his sister), brother and I moved to the farm 60 years ago. Since then I have been fortunate to follow Jake around the hay fields, thru the oil terminals and along backroads on the motorcycle keeping one eye on the beautiful views and one on the road never knowing what was going to be around the next turn.
His final moments were scary, then sad, then beautiful. He is loved. He is missed.