Jake was a kindred spirit. He spent the early years of his life between hockey and baseball. He was a raging fireball at barley 5’6. Jake learned to play the cello around age 12, and picked up anything with strings which turned into a love affair with his guitar. Jake loved to read, and filled his journals quickly with rambles, sketches, algebra equations, plans for his future and beautiful poems. Jake battled addiction for years after finding his baby brother’s body lifeless body after a drowning accident and battled with PTSD.
Even in his darkest days of addiction, Jake always put others before himself. Even if he was homeless, he would find someone else who needed something he had, and gave it up quickly.
Jake fell in love with the west coast, and had plans to eventually live in western Oregon where his ashes rest in the western coast of Newport, Oregon. Jake could often be found with a blue jolly ranchered tongue, singing and playing the guitar for others to enjoy. In spite of all the difficulties life gave him, he still believed it to be a beautiful place.
by Carson Meyer, his sister