One of the most tragic and traumatic losses life can deal out to a person is the death of a son. Please, help Mendy, Wesly and Antonette with funeral expenses. Jakes death  means the loss of more than just a precious life. It represents the loss of future experiences that we all will miss out on with him. No parent or wife is prepared for the loss of a child or husband, and when it happens, their world is changed forever. The grief, guilt, and anguish felt are acute, lasting and never expires.  With a heavy heart we shall all celebrate his life. 

I give you this one thought to keep.
I am with you still. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone.
I am with you still in each new dawn.

~Native American Poem~