He never made that trip and we canceled our family trip for obvious reasons that year.

But the Chaka's were still going up and they invited me to go with them. Jake's music was with us and so was his radio and of course his spirit. 

Sitting around the campfire with Zak, just me and him listening to songs and that was the first time I heard Soco Amaretto lime. Pretty sure there were some tears.

Anyways here is his playlist, I asked all the people that were going up to send me a playlist and I put them all on my iPod. Copied and pasted right from his texts to me, typos and all

I've got a lot of great memories with Jake because I've been apart of the family for a long time now. I'm not only blessed to have found the man of my dreams but also a family that only one could dream of having as well. With that I gained another brother, Jacob. And he was truly that for me. He looked after me plenty of times, shared secrets with me and I with him, asked for relationship advice calling me on the phone, and going on adventures constantly. Life is an adventure with him. When I think of Jacob, one of the first images that comes to mind is him sitting in pj's at aunt Kathy's for christmas' next to all of us, laughing about some of the most ridiculous things & smart assed comments back and forth between him and zak and drinking beers. Passing around presents to the younger ones. I don't know why that's one of the first images that comes to mind but I think it's because of the simple happiness felt in some of the most regular moments with him. 
But that's nothing compared to all the inside jokes, and acts of kindness he was able to share with us all the time. 
I went to grandpas one time and looked at all of his beer steins and I was mesmerized because of how cool they are. All the artwork etc. A week later Jacob was at a garage sale and bought me one for myself. 
I remember him dressing up in a full suit just to go to Applebee's one time. And when my window on my truck wouldn't stay up so he duct taped it up, and also fixed my globe box with some zip ties cuz he noticed it wouldn't stay shut 
I miss him outside working on cars all dirtied up, drinking a beer, trying to explain to me something or another about what's wrong with said car as if I had any idea what the hell he was talking about. 
I remember him asking me if he could have some of my chicken nuggets at school, and I said yeah, and he said youre the coolest zaks girlfriend ever. 
My mind floods with little memories like those of him all the time. They're nothing spectacular, but so special none the less. He has a way of sprinkling magic over any and all little moments with him no matter how mundane. 
He showed me the warm apple cider & hot damn drink when we went to Halloweekends at cedar Point and we snuck in a huge jug that you buy from Speedway filled with it. He stuck it under his sweater and wore a pink cow boy hat and just pretended to be some fat old hick so no one would question him. 
He spent a lot of time at mine and Zak's house once we moved out on our own and I am so thankful for the times we would wake up and see him passed out on the couch and wake up to make us hootinanny pancakes, that boy loved breakfasts. I miss our Sunday fundays sprawled out in our living room on air mattresses watching reruns of all of our favorite shows. 
 I'm very lucky, as we all are to have had him in our lives. 
I can go on forever about him, but I will leave this for now, and come back soon to rejoice in his memories again. Love you brother, miss you every second.