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Celebrating the Life of Ernest Peter Jacobs – Rest In Peace Daddy

29 July 2014 No Comment


My Dad passed late on Sunday night.

I haven’t been online much since and just realized that I haven’t shared this with my wider online family.

It’s been a busy round of sorting and calling and coordinating all that goes on when a loved one passes on through the veil called death.

My Dad’s name was Peter Jacobs. He loved Life. He got up each day enjoying the process of waking up, getting ready, going to work each week day and sometimes each Saturday.

Every Sunday, for as long as I’ve known him, he LIVED to attend Sunday morning Mass and to serve as an usher at the Roman Catholic church where he worshipped for almost fifty years.

He loved people. He loved life. He loved to work. He loved his Church. He loved to laugh. He loved to tease. He loved to speak with anybody he met and interacted with each and every day.

He believed in smiling with everyone. He walked a lot and called out ‘Hello’ to many who loved the routine of calling ‘Hello’ back to him.

Everyone is in shock at his passing. Every single person I spoke with yesterday who knew him told me when they last saw and spoke with him.

Many who he interacted with on a regular basis did not know how badly his health had deteriorated in the past year. He didn’t complain. He didn’t feel everyone needed to know. He did his best to do what needed to be done.

As shock and overwhelm ease more into celebration of him and his gifts to me and of his life, I look forward to upping my own enjoyment level of my life as a tribute to him.

Rest In Peace Ernest Peter Jacobs. Your life was a life well and truly lived.

I LOVE YOU. I Thank You for teaching me and others to live life fully. I know you wanted me to get back to that again. You told me so often in the past year.

I remember the illegal late television watching sessions on weekend nights lying with you as a little 7+ girl on the bright green family couch that had thin black lines running all through it.

I remember how you and Mummy bought me my first small aquarium at about age 10 that led to me selling fish to pet shops all through high school and past my university years.

I remember you teaching me how to drive. From the side at first down the road and then all over with the ‘L’ sign when I was finally old enough to get my learner’s license. All the years of watching you drive well and FAST served me beautifuuly on all those late night trips to Ochi or day trips to all parts of Jamaica, finding someone or other to race with along the way.

I remember how you dropped me off and picked me up when Mummy woke you to come get me when I started going to parties. How you dropped me off up at Irvine Hall at UWI every Sunday when I came for regular Sunday afternoon family time and .. dinner.

The honesty and reliability of your love always allowed us the luxury of regular spats. And now, despite the overwhelm, I’m beginning to experience another, different level of closeness with you than even what we shared during our time together this go-around.

Rest In Peace, my Dear Father. You are with God your Father now. God Bless You. I Love You and I Thank You.

As you always called me, I Am,

Your First Daughter,


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