Born Dennis Bobbitt Jr. He was formally known as Jake and he was my older brother. I don't really remember spending alot of time with him when I was younger but the times I do remember seeing him and being around him, he was always good to me, he was an awesome brother, he never hurt me in any way except for the time he accidently closed the reclining chair on my foot, I remember my dad yelling at him for it but he didn't mean to do it. I understood that. Jake was killed in a car/truck collision on March 17 1992 at 8PM. I remember being woke up by mom in the middle of the night, a school night, saying that Jake has been in an accident. She said my dad came to our apartment crying. Jake and Dad had a bad fall out about a few hours before Jake's death. SO I knew he was feeling pretty guilty and sad along with losing his first son.
I couldn't sleep or eat for a couple nights before his funeral, I would have dreams that Jake didn't die or even had an accident. That happened for a few days before and a few times after I went to the funeral. I didn't cry at his funeral until they started playing music, then EVERYONE started crying. I know my brother is with me everyday, I can feel his presence even if I don't see him, my brother has seen him a few times, I believe Jake is watching out for Chris so he wont end up in the direction he was when he was Chris's age. I believe Jake is in Heaven right now watching over me, and I hope he knows that we miss him and love him very much. RIP Jake. |
