The Jacober Funeral

Many top psycologists argue and believe that your mind never really believes that somone is dead until you see thier body lying in a coffin or some resemblence of their body dead. Today, I can argue that they are right. The service at Temple Beth El was packed with family, friends, and government officials for the funeral and burrial ceremonies of Eric, Jeff, and Karen Jacober. Although I had no idea what anyone was saying (the temple was so packed that I was forced outside with the rest of the mob) I knew what was going on inside; they were all saying thier good byes to three of the five Jacobers that we all loved so much. At the end of the ceremony they cleared an isle for the people in wheel chairs to come out, which then became the isle for the coffins to role out... First Karen's, then Eric's, and finally Jeff's. As Eric's coffin roled by, for the first time on about a year, I began to cry. When I saw Scott and everyone else rolling the brown lacquered caskets allong, I knew that the remains of Eric Jacober were in there. When I began to cry, it was like a piece of me died. When I was a kid in Wheeler, I was given the foundation for who I was; I liked sports in general because Ben did, I liked cars because Jarod did, I got interested in Hockey and Lacrosse because Scott was, and I got interested in Computers and Electronics because Eric was interested in those things. The person who instiled 1/4 of who I am is dead, and I feel like an asshole. We could've hung out so many more times before he died, but I didn't give him a call when I was sitting around one of those saturday nights. I really just don't know what to do.

03/26/2005 R.I.P. Eric Jacober

When will the water stop? will it pour all day?

Yeah, today it rained a lot, and our first Rhode Island Benevolence Society trip was canceled, and I keep hearing how sorry everyone is about the plane crash. I just want to know when it all stops. It was such a traggic event, your really just not supposed to die that young. People always talk about how this generation as a whole is going to make the difference, and Eric would have been one of those people that would have led that mass mob that hold the key to our future. Jeff, Karen, and Eric were all good people. Jeff was an entrepenuer who new how to make nothing into a profitable bussiness, Karen was a gifted tutor, and Eric was a genius. I hope Michael and David are ok... I mean, just think about it, how much would it suck if you were already to have your parrents who you loved were coming to youtr lacrosse game, and you were all hyped up and before the game someone comes up to you and says, "Hey man, your parrents... they were in a plane crash. They're dead, Your Mom, Your Dad, and Your Brother..." How do you react to that? how do you feel inside?

My dad didn't go down for surgery today. His leg, the right one, the one they just took off has become more infected and they are taking it off from above the knee. The infrection has caused his knee joint to become crippled and he connot straighten out his right leg. the doctors gave it three weeks for it to heel with antibotics and exersize, but it's just not helping.

My Mom went skiing a couple of weeks ago and she's in a knee imobilizer now. She went skiing backwards and has torn her Medial Collateral Ligament (MCL-the ligament on the outside of your knee).

I waited for the joke, it never did arive...

Yesterdays traggic events still plauge me. Eric used to be one of my best friends from when I was in Wheeler. We used to hang out all the time, me, Ben, and Eric, pretending we were pretecing the school on "Bee Patrol" swatting down bees and other bugs left and right. We used to hang out with the maintinence men, whose names I forgot, and my cousins. After I left Wheeler, we fell out of touch, but over the summer I was at my uncle Jerry and aunt Linda's house where I met up with Eric again. My uncle Jerry was very good friends with Eric's father, Jeff Jacober, and he invited them over to the pool party we were having that weekend. Eric and I exchanged phone numbers and kept in touch over the winter months. We were talking about how cool it was going to be when i was driving because I could come to providence and Eric and whoever else we were with could all hang out together. Unfortunately, that will never happen...
The news reports keep saying that the plane crashed on acount of icey conditions coming back from florida. Eric and his family were on their way to go see Mike playing in his lacrosse game. they were only ten miles away from the airport when the plane hit the ground nose first. Monday is probably when they will hold shiva. I hope we have school off because I missed school thursday. Even if we do have school I'm still going to the services.
R.I.P.
Jeff Jacober
Karen Jacober
Eric Jacober
Gregg Wiengroff
Dawn Wiengroff
Leland Wiengroff


Today is Easter sunday. Usually easter is a cool holiday becuase it's a time when I get to meet up up with my cousins, some of which i only see on holidays like Easter, and hang out exchanging stories and eating good food. But this year is different. Some of my realatives are in Florida, and the other ones simply chose not to invite us to Easter dinner; it's alright though, we'll just hang out and find something to keep ourselves busy like yard work or something.
I got a North Face Bionic Jacket for Easter today. I asked my mom for it because they are wind proof, water resistant, and strechable, so they are great for things like sailing, running, or biking in inclimate weather.
My dad didn't have surgery on friday, although he is feeling so bad that he asked that my sister and I please not come to see him today and maybe some time next week, after the surgery. I really think he doesn't want us there because it's a holiday and he does not want to get all depressed and have to be alone for the rest of the day. We are usually his only visitors. If he gets lucky, sometimes his friend Raymond or my Unlce Squeaky will go to see him and bring him a coffee and the paper. It really sucks that hes in the hospital.

death

Eric Jacober
Jeff Jacober
Karen Jacober
Mr. and Mrs. Wiengrof
Leland Wiengrof

all dead in a tragic plane accident over pennsylvania.

Even if I caught you, I'd throw you back...

3/17
Happy Birthday Dad!
...... ok and it's st. patrick's day, but it's not a real holiday, so who cares.

3/19
Happy St. Joseph's Day

3/20
Happy Palm Sunday
Happy First Day of Spring

Today I went to mass and then I was going to go to my ccd class, but we didnt have class, we had a friggin' test. So I was gonna sit with my friends during this test, and then sister decided to make some stupid seating arrangement an I ended up next to all the kids that were dumber than me. So I took the test. Hopefully I passed the test.

After the test I went with a couple of my friends to thayer street. I thought we were gonna hang around and goof off and yell at random people and stuff, but I was dragged into dress shoping with Brittany, Elyse, and Emily. Jimmy Black was there, too. But he wasn't shopping for a dress today. While we were looking around i found one of the Bionic Neopryne North Face Jackets, but it was like over 100 dollars, so since my mom was feeling bad for me and my sister (Because my dad is in the hospital for Easter) she decided she was going to buy us easter presents. She said they had to be useful, so she was going to buy us shoes (which I never wear because I prefer my reefs) so I asked her to get me that jacket and she said sure.

I didn't go see my dad today because I was out. I kind of feel bad now, because the one day I haven't gone and seen him is today, and it was one of those semi-hollidays. I went to go see my dad on his birthday, though. He was pretty happy. We brought him cake and strawberries for his birthday food. He's on one of those strict hospital diets where the only think that can be brought in to him are iced coffees and stuff like that. So my sister and I snuck some sweets by the nurses station and hung out. It made him pretty happy. I gave him the best birthday present ever, a picture of me. It also had my cousin Dave and my cousin Felix. We had a photo of the three of us taken at the LaSalle Winterball. But I am towering over them, and wearing a purple shirt, so it's basically a picture of me because I am like the center of attention.

I can't wait until I begin working again because I have no money anymore. My account balance is back at 0. The only thing that sucks about working at "The Wood" is that I have to wear that dumb golf shirt, and I am going to have the worst farmer's tan ever. I have enjoyed having my lifejacket tan for the past four years, it's part of who I am. At least ill get to attempt to even it out durring the summer on Long Shot.

We ahd our first sailing practice yesterday. It was pretty interesting. Coach plays mad favorites and hates me because I am fat. Out of all the coaches I have ever had, he is the only one who has ever been rascist against my wieght. I know I need to lose a considerable amount to be the optimum racing wieght for 420's, but he's the only one who like makes fun of me for it. And he does it infront of the whole friggin' team whick is even worse. But when its all said and done, it was a pretty good practice; we got yelled at, kicked Ted's as, and I scored some free under armor off Vaughn. He said he found it in the locker room somewhere.

Retreat Day

So, I went on a retreat today for me confirmation class, and it was pretty retarded. We just kind of sat around listening to gospel rock and filling out papers. We had two breaks where we went and checked out the beach, and later we watched a movie where I fell asleep, and then Jon Howard called my phone and it vibrated in my pocket and woke me up. The bus ride back was pretty fun. We made fun of Jimmy because he was being a little girl and kept saying stuff like "whore" repetitively. I'm home now and wanting to do that sleep thing, but I have decided to get back writing in this journal like I used too.

I went to see my Dad today. When I saw him today, he seemed awake and less depressed. He said that he went to sleep last night and slept through today, and was only awoken by his nurse about two hours before me and my sister arrived to visit him. His leg right leg (the one recently amputated) is infected and they will need to amputate more... probably all the way up to his hip. He didn't say anything about it today, but my aunt is constantly in contact with his doctor (not the office, she actually tracked down his personal numbers) and they said that they may not have to take the whole leg, but its very possible that they will. My dad is going to need some help, man.

Sunday Night Entry

Iight peeps, it's Sunday night. Sundays usually suck ass. I don't know why, but after church and CCD my day usually takes a turn for the worse. Today I found out that my dad is going to have more amputation done to his right leg because it has become infected. My dad's been through so much shit, man. Does he really need more of this junk? If is doesn't kill you, does it really make you stronger? Not from what I have seen. Everytime my dad goes back into the hospital he becomes more and more depressed and has something bad happen to him. It's times like these when you realize how fragile life really is, man.

I went out with my aunt and my cousin (Ghetto Mike) to see "Be Cool", with John Trovolta, The Rock, and Uma Thurman. All the one liners were halarious and The Rock played a gay guy (a little too well...) so it made me laugh.

Brittany and Nick kept me up until ass o'clock yesterday, so I went into today ready to pass out, and I ready to fall asleep on my keyboard.

I do not have school tomorrow because of the retreat for my confirmation class. It's pretty dope because I only did like half of my homework. My teachers all really suck ass. They assigned more homework this weekend then they have throughout the whole year. I got all the lazy teachers who were too busy pissing around the first few months of school, and now my classmates and I have to work like fucking dogs to pick up their slack and finish off their retarded curriculum.

Freakin' Sweet

Alright, its ten-whatever at night now, and I am just kind of sitting here, going over the cool day I have had. When I was leaving for school, I got this chilling feeling like today was going to suck. Maybe this had to do with the ghetto wannabe freshman who kicked my amp on the way in, or me slipping by my vice principal because I forgot my tie at home. But anyway, I dropped my amp and guitar off in Mrs.G's room and was really anal about how I wanted my guitar to be placed and how far I wanted it from things such as heaters or water. Mrs.G, being a guitar player, put up with my crap and let me fix my guitar in the position where I felt most comfortable leaving it. Period G and A flew by and then I got to my performance. My performance was actually pretty funny. I spent 20 mins collectively learning that damn song, 15 mins learning the main riff and 5 mins in period A writing the lyrics with the bible open. I got an A+ and bonus points becuase I was the only one who brought in a guitar AND sang. Pat Porcaro trying to sing like Robert Plant and play like Jimmy Page...... at the same time....... oh thats bad.

Mr. Howlett's class sucked, like it always does. There were a couple of funny parts today though. We are talking about "The Crucible" in American Lit., so we were going over the charactar of John Proctor, and Mr. Howlett goes, "Proctor. His name is frieghteningly close to Proctologist, as in the individual who probes your anal cavity for viruses." And right at that moment inside of me went, uh oh. I yelled out "SWEET" and Mr.Howlett started uncontrollably laughing. Then I slapped Justin Malone a high five. Mr.Howlett was like, "Porcaro, stop giving Malone a high five. That's so seventies, so sixties, so fifties." and then I said "Radical." and he began laughing again.

I have been shopping around for an apple laptop because pc computers are not the greatest. They are prone to viruses and spyware receptions. So I found out the seller would be willing to to put mac OSx 10.3.8 panther on it for free. That would be whicked sweet, becuase the original operating system is 9.2. something and that is severly outdated, like 2000 or something.

Dad

My dad has some infection and has been placed back in Rhode Island Hospital.
This sucks. Hasn't he been through enough crap yet?

Snow...

Snow is cool most of the time, but then there are those times, like now, when it doesn't cancel school and you have to get up early and shovel because your mom says you have too. I really hope that they cancel school on account of the snow. If school is canceled I will end up sitting at home playing guitar..... please cancel school.
Mrs.G gave us some really dumb project where we choose some bible passage and teach on the passage. She said be creative so I usuing the music from "Black Dog," by Led Zepplin and substituing in my own words to get the point across. I think my presentation is going to be really funny and I am going to butcher the hell out of this song, becuase one, I just learned the music like 20 mins ago, and two, I don't sound at all like Robert Plant. If you guys want to check out my performance, visit me period B (third period, Thursday) is room #309, it ought to be funny.
I've been listening to much of the old music i used to listen to. It's really dope listening to NWA and all that old school stuff again. Contiuing with the old music trend, I also found all of my Operation Ivy, Rancid, Circle Jerks, Bouncing Souls, Black Flag, Ramones, Social Distortion, Sonic Youth, and Minor Threat CD's and tapes. Listening to that stuff really makes me feel all angry again becuase it gives me time to think about how much our government is just a corporation. All of those bands write good hardcore music, but they decided to go on thier own record companies because society and "the man" said they weren't good enough to have a reocrd deal. We should all have these people and bands as our role models.

been a long time since the last update

My dad is doing worlds better. He has now moved to berkshire nursing home where he will endure months of physical therapy. But on the upside, he has his color back and he is making a huge effort to not be depressed. the other day he was telling me that sometimes he can still feel like he as an itch or some twitches in his leg, and he doesnt know why. The nerve endings still are under the impression that his legs are still there. he's just been through so much crap that his body doesn't know what to think anymore. he is lucky to be alive and i am lucky to have such a determined role model. some of his choices that brought on all of these leg isuues werent the best choices, but his will to live and determination to get up and be dad again is so great. it's like nothing i have ever seen before.

What up peeps? I was in florida for most of vacation week. It was great because my aunt's house is down in this little secluded gated community called Jupiter Hills out in west palm beach. It was really dope. pool, sun, and exersize. got up, ran, read, lounged by the pool (usually tanning), went out, go for a night swim, watched TV outside, and usually fell asleep outside or stummbled upstairs to bed. It was really dope. I actually had a really good time most of the time. The only thing that made vacation suck wasa that my aunt thought I was the bad kid that never actually did anything and has emotional issues, but thats really my sister. you can't blame my aunt though. when your retired, who gives a shit what you remeber and what you don't? your usually in a place that you enjoy when your retired and just need to make sure that you have enough money to pay the bills.... which she does.

That saturday I came home to nothing but mountains of homework. I decided I was only going to do half of it and leave the rest, and then go hang out in mr.Zonfillo's office and say that I was too busy and i needed help. Monday my pall zonfillo wasnt in his office when I stopped by, and tuesday nothing changed. Its been the week from hell and a half interms of work. but on the upside, my history teacher still thinks i am budist... lol.

I got a call from my Volunteer director, Jon Howard, and i decided not to answer it. he left a message, and it said, "lets get coffee and talk about the summer." i know all he wants to do is bitch at me about how sorry he is that i didnt get a job with edgewood and that he tried to help, but he hopes i will still stay with the school. he probably is the one who told curt not to give me a job and told curt i was too young and irresponsible, when i happen to be more responsible than most of the people who worked there. i did more work that half the instructors there. i used to think edgewood was different, a non-profit tax free organization that was a safe haven from capitalsim and money making, but it was the exact oppostie. it's almost like the place i loved so much was my biggest enemy all along, and the people who i once looked up too, i now look down upon. everyone on that board deserves to shove it up thier asses... sideways. i am just talking to the board members. the peeps who i worked with, you guys kick ass. i just definateley worked way harder than you guys in the morning, and you all can agree with me. you all told me that. you guys own, hard.

Yesterday night was the JV basketball game, and BHHS won over SHS. smithfield played like bitches and lost. we won cos we had half the sophomore class there wearing war paint, and i looked like i should have been a captian morgan poster. i had the block island shirt that said "serious drinking team with a sailing problem" on and my english teacher from last year was behind me the whole time. so at one point i turned around and blew the air horn off right next to his ear, and if you dont believe me ask sosh ans justin, they were right next to me. and then we got the airhorn taken away by some fat guy who looked like randy jackson from american idol. it was pretty funny.

tried to keep it short and sweet.... sorry