Category Archives: Jake

Eighteen…

Happy Birthday, buddy. We miss you.

 


Seventeen…

Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.
– Oscar Wilde, The True Knowledge

Jefferson “Jake” Heath July 4, 1993 – August 23, 2001
Happy Birthday, Jake.
The fireworks today are for you.

Happy Birthday, Jake

Happy Birthday, Jake. Mom and I love you and miss you.

Jake in pool

Jake at the fridge 2000

Jefferson “Jake” Heath

July 4, 1993 – August 23, 2001

The fireworks today are for you.

My Running Dream…

Every Thursday, Runner’s Lounge has a feature called, Take It and Run Thursday.   In their words,

It’s our way to bring together the knowledge of all of us ordinary runners.  It’s the virtual equivalent to putting our virtual heads together.  Even though many of us aren’t elite athletes, coaches or authors, it doesn’t mean that we haven’t earned a well deserved PhD in running.   Whether you are starting out, have 50 years of running under your belt or somewhere in between – all of us have lessons learned that make us wiser and better runners.  

This week’s theme is Make a Wish, Share Your Dream. That’s an easy one. I want to start up some sort of race in Jake’s honor. It has been a topic before here, the last time was on August 7, 2008 and I have included the entire post below:

 The Jake…

I’ve talked before about my oldest son, Jake, and how we lost him in 2001 to leukemia. Jenny and I honor him, personally, by doing certain things on his birthday, July 4, and his Angel Day, August 23. 

Jake in San Antonio, Feb 2001

Around this time every year, as his Angel Day approaches, it gets a little harder to push back at the melancholy. Instead of moping and getting all depressed, I would like to turn it into something positive, celebrate Jake’s life and to let people know the awesomeness that is Jake.

One thing that has bounced around in my head the last couple of years is having a 5k or 10k in his honor and use it as a fundraiser for a cancer charity. I would call it “Jake’s 5k/10k” with the tag line, “Run The Jake.”

I know nothing about what is involved in hosting a race but I really like the idea. It is one of those, “Someday…” ideas that I would like to make a reality.

Someday…

 So, there it is. My dream for Take It and Run Thursday.


Talker…

This is another request from Jenny. She wanted one that in someway talked about a family joke or the boys.

Talker

Talker

Here is the back-story.

When Linc was little, around four-years-old, he had this knack for talking to anybody. We would be somewhere and he could talk to any adult in the room, basically telling them his life story. One time, he talked to this sweet older lady almost the whole way on a flight from Orlando to Baltimore.

After awhile of this, Jake would start to roll his eyes and say, “Mom” in that slow, dragged-out way big brothers can say things, make the “blah, blah,blah” motion with his hand. It became a family joke and is one our cherished memories of Jake and when the boys were little.


The Jake…

I’ve talked before about my oldest son, Jake, and how we lost him in 2001 to leukemia. Jenny and I honor him, personally, by doing certain things on his birthday, July 4, and his Angel Day, August 23. 

Jake in San Antonio, Feb 2001

Around this time every year, as his Angel Day approaches, it gets a little harder to push back at the melancholy. Instead of moping and getting all depressed, I would like to turn it into something positive, celebrate Jake’s life and to let people know the awesomeness that is Jake.

One thing that has bounced around in my head the last couple of years is having a 5k or 10k in his honor and use it as a fundraiser for a cancer charity. I would call it “Jake’s 5k/10k” with the tag line, “Run The Jake.”

I know nothing about what is involved in hosting a race but I really like the idea. It is one of those, “Someday…” ideas that I would like to make a reality.

Someday…


Happy Birthday Jake

Mom and I love and miss you.

Jefferson “Jake” Heath
July 4, 1993 – August 23, 2001
The fireworks today are for you.

What Might Have Been…

This past week Linc and I went to the driving range. I have a guy’s golf weekend coming up in June and haven’t touched the sticks in six years and Linc recently expressed an interest in trying out golf, so away we went. It was great. We had a really good time.

I was telling Jenny about it on our nightly walk and how golf could be something Linc and I can do as together. She then said, “Oh, Jake would have so been into golf!” We had a little fun imagining Linc getting angry at Jake trying to tell him how to hold the club and how to swing (we miss that bickering). I told her about a conversation I had with Jake right before we went to Wilford Hall Hospital in San Antonio for his bone marrow transplant.

We had just moved into our house in Westminster and Jake and I had run to the little shopping center near us for something, it doesn’t matter what. The center is on a hill overlooking McDaniel College and the golf course that is a part of the campus. I told Jenny that Jake said to me, “Dad, you and I need to go golfing there.” I almost started crying. It was later in the fall of 2000, Jake had already relapsed and was too weak and it was too cold to take him out on the course. So I told him I would but we would have to wait for Spring, when it was warm again. We never made it back.

Every time Linc reaches a milestone or does something for the first time, Jenny and I get a little sad because Jake never had that opportunity. We make sure to celebrate Linc’s accomplishment and not take away from his moment but once Jenny and I are alone, we get into “what might’ve been.” We try not to do this too long and just focus on the good memories from the time we had with Jake.

We’ve learned a few things about grief since 2001. One is to acknowledge it when it happens. Let it run its course. You can deny it but it will come out, eventually.


My 15 Minutes of Fame…

Actually, about 13 minutes. One year ago today, Jenny, Linc and I were featured on Oprah. We still try to abide by Peter’s rules.



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