Jacob & Alan

Across all of the years I knew Jacob, I only have good memories of him. All the way back to elementary school, he was a friend to everyone. His personality was magnetic — relaxing, warm, goofy, and thoughtful, as well as passionate and energetic. He engaged people who were lonely or depressed — not to lighten the mood, but because he genuinely cared and wanted to listen. One summer, he invited me to go camping at Enchanted Rock on a whim. On the way, we stopped in Austin and swam across the river, also on a whim. We slept in the open that night, on top of the rock, and talked about the deep stuff under the stars. He was the best type of friend — the one who you can count on for a good prank or adventure, but who you can go to with your fears and sorrows.

He was naturally good at almost everything — school, music, sports, and of course creative arts. He truly excelled in so many areas, and yet you would never hear him bring it up. I had to chuckle a little when he would get nervous before a big test or art competition, but only because I knew his preparation and performance would be flawless. 

I miss goofing off — during play practice, tennis practice, choir practice, French class, daily frozen yogurt trips after school. I miss the inside jokes and shared anxieties and hopes. I miss spending time at his house with his wonderful parents and siblings. I know that so many people have similar stories, or were even closer with him than I was, and I think that speaks to his incredible ability to relate to others. He taught me so much, and I am so thankful for him.