This photo, one of the last taken of Jake just a few days before his death, is so poignant for me. He is on the road, looking toward an unknown destination. He is in the light, but heading into the shadows. He is turned away, I cannot see his face. Where are you going, Jakey Jake? We need you here. Please come back.

Last night, while we were saying kaddish surrounded by our friends and families, I had a vision of Jake lying on our blue couch where he lay many times watching TV. One of our guests, had the exact same vision of him in the same spot, in repose, comfortable and at rest. I dreamt about him early this morning, for the first time ever. He was much younger, around 12 or 13, the leader of a little squad of 3 other boys younger than him. Carefree and laughing, he was always a leader.