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