Jakie and I lived together for two and a half years during our time at UCONN. We always went to the football tailgates but never the games. After another amazing tailgate he had the phenomenal idea to race back to the car like usual but this time we had to summersault there. Being a responsible roomate and friend I obviously accepted the challenge. Unfortunately during our race I accidentally went to fast and dislocated my shoulder, he came back laughing thinking I was just trying to sneak my way into victory but soon realized I had actually dislocated my shoulder. He quickly helped me get up and took me to his car, gave me some ice and a blanket and put me in the back seat. I immediately passed out in the back and a couple minutes later I hear him whispering in my ear “Enrique what do you want from DQ my treat”! He knew DQ was my favorite since there are none back home and he wanted to stop and get me treat before we got back to UCONN. This then became a tradition, to stop at DQ after every tailgate. Miss you bro you will forever be in my memories.
Lauren
5 years ago
Jake and I met through mutual friends my senior year of high school and instantly became very close. When he transferred to UConn it was the best news and we hung out nearly every day and made sure to take classes together (which were art classes that he thrived in and I did not). My favorite memory was from one of the many times Jake hung out with me and my roommate at my dorm. We loved the song Hurt by Johnny Cash and were listening to it while my roommate was in the bathroom. She hears a loud crash and comes out to see that Jake and I had attempted the dirty dancing jump and he had accidentally thrown me onto my desk and i fell onto the floor. The three of us laughed about it for so long. Jake eventually drew an awesome picture of Johnny that we hung on our walls for the next few years. I remember us quoting Arrested Development and Trailer Park Boys, long conversations on the outdoor benches at UConn, and hiking trips with our friends. I think about him and miss him everyday and wish more than anything that we stayed close after college. My thoughts are with the Beddoe family and Jake always. ❤️
Kelly
5 years ago
Behind all of my favorite high school memories is Jake. He became so special to me and my family. My grandma would love going to CVS to see her “handsome Jake” when he was working there. I have so many memories with Jake, they mostly include driving around blasting music, going to Pancheros an obscure amount of times, sitting on the swings at the beach and talking… one of my favorite times with him was going to the park when it was raining and running through the sprinkler park. He lived life to the fullest and taught me to do the same. I’m so thankful to have had Jake in my life. He and the rest of the Beddoe family will always be in my thoughts.
Halli
5 years ago
My Jake ❤️ Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. He constantly put up with my antics, and was always there for me no matter what- even if he didn’t know how to. If all else failed, he knew how to just simply make me laugh. A few random sampling of PC memories:
Jake got his haircut at a barber across the street from my school. After his appointment he came over to see my kids. He walked over all proud of his new little haircut to show off. There was a bar down the way from where he lived, which was forbidden to by PC volunteers called “the drop off .” We went there one night and met a strange local man who we later brought home with us. We hung out and drank rum and he later left to get something but he didn’t come back for awhile. That’s when Jake and I decided to watch the hangover because we both agreed that movie was hilarious (this is when Jake and I continued to use the phrase “classic” and things that weren’t at all classic.) He purchased the movie on Amazon and I remember Niki later asking about it in the group chat. Anyway, in the middle of our movie, this guy came busting into Jake’s house with a raw fish that he cooked up for us. It still has the cooked eyeball. It was so strange. The first time we hung out alone was when we got sent back to st Lucia for a brief period of time. I had a crush on Jake so spent all this time doing my hair and makeup – walked outside and it immediately all melted off my face from the humidity. I remember asking him “you’re from Connecticut…. do you ever go to the beach??” Obviously me coming from MN I had never really met someone from the coast like that. There was a pig that lived in the run down/abandoned building across the street from his house. I always said hi to it when I passed it. Jake and I were so worried when we took a trip to the beach that we would get sun burnt we both hid under the this little umbrella I had. We hiked up this huge hill on NYE to go to mass with his host mom (I was invited to a fun NYE party but would have way rather spent it with Jake ❤️) I consider myself a strict atheist so that’s how you know I cared for him – by attending a catholic New Years eve mass and ringing in the new year with a bunch of Caribbean strangers rather than my PC friends. Afterwards we went to a local bar and Jake had a few too many local beers. He ended up dancing with this 50 year old woman – she was teaching him how to dance soca style – which was very erotic and was uncomfortable for everyone. Jake has his little dress shirt and belt on from New Years. We ended up stumbling into bed and woke up a few hours to a cow mooing outside. His room was always hot and uncomfortable and he never bothered to fix it but managed to complain about it constantly.
I think the reason our bond was so strong was because we had to get very close in such a short amount of time. There will be no way to replicate the moments we spent together, fully explained what we went through, and it pains me to think of the things that could be and never will. Jake and I bickered – but deep down had an immense love and care for each other. There are many things I wish I could tell him, or take back, but I believe our love lives on!! There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about him. He is the first thing I think about when I get out of bed and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. Forever missed, but never forgotten!
I served in SVG in the Peace Corps with Jake. We could not have been more different. Me a sixty plus year old Black female from California – and Jake was Jake, from an opposite coast, young male and White. We had little in common except the incredible shared moment in time, serving together on a tiny Island in the Eastern Caribbean. We could have stayed strangers, but shared trainings, meetings, beach outings, a memorable brunch at Hali’s, smiles, stories and laughs — all chipped away at the differences between us. He was so clearly someone’s son, brother and friend. It was easy to love him, if ever so shortly. He was warm and had an open heart.
I was lucky to see him at the bank in Kingstown before he left SVG. He gave me the warmest hug — which I still cherish, almost lifting me off the ground. I can only imagine the sense of loss his family and closest friends feel, as my own heart retains a space for him always. May his memory live on forever. Warm Regards, Quinta
Giorgiana
5 years ago
I didn’t serve in the peace corps with Jake, but he was one of my best friends in high school that helped me get through many difficult times, during and after. He’s missed every single day. Rest in peace Jakey.
carol mallory
5 years ago
I do not even know where to start. I feel your pain. I only wish I could of been closer to share his ever day life. You all made it seem so with the constant pictures and sharing. Jake was the happiest person. His smile lit up your heart. I love my grandson.
Joe
5 years ago
I met Jake at UCONN and he instantly became one of my closest friends at school. Jake met me at one of my lowest points when I was suffering from depression and he was one of the only people I talked to about it. Jake was always encouraging me and including me in things that he was doing and I always appreciated it. From personal advice, double dating, tutoring and taking winter classes online together, I attribute Jake as one of the reasons I graduated school in the first place.
When I was struggling in class, Jake took time out of his Friday night to help me when he could have went out, he even once got up very early on a cold winter morning when he didn’t have to in order to give me his notebook so I could review his notes. I’ll never forget what Jake did for me, he is one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met and he will always live on in my memories and my heart.
Myranda James
4 years ago
I served alongside Jake during Peace Corps in St. Vincent and the Grenadines. Out of the wide array of memories, I will forever cherish which feature Jake, one stands out to me. In this one instance, Jake and I had a little “heart to heart” in the middle of this super nice resort bar on Palm Island. The adventure there and the adventure back is a whole other story. One where we thought for sure the ocean was going to swallow us whole on our little Bob Marley painted wooden fishing vessel. A little back story, volunteers had a habit of sharing our most downtrodden and miserable stories as a way of celebrating and solidifying a comradery. It took our minds temporarily off our homesickness (actual sickness in some cases) and how much we were missing American luxuries. We would look forward to an enjoyable laughing spat together about our joined despair and current misery. But there was this one instance where Jake and I discussed how happy we actually were, and how much we were truly enjoying our service. We talked about how cute the kiddos were and how much we genuinely enjoyed spending our time with them. We shared special stories about the children at our schools which made us smile. We shared good, wholesome laughs about how weirdly and unexpectedly happy we were. How could we not be? We were in the Caribbean, helping students, and had made the most unexpected and unforgettable friendships. He talked about how happy he was we were all there together and celebrating our first Caribbean Christmas together. It was not the same as being home with family, but we were surrounded by friendships which, with every day that passed, resembled a makeshift family of our own. It was a small conversation, a sharing of how we were doing as simple as that may sound, but I left the conversation feeling happier and lighter.
There is not a single day that passes that Jake does not cross my mind. His laugh, his joy, and how much he cared about how others around him were feeling. He really wanted everyone to be happy and enjoying their life as much as he was. Jake truly was a one-of-a-kind soul, and he will forever be missed and memories of his life will be forever cherished.
Terra
4 years ago
I met Jake in an unlikely place-the internet. Jake introduced himself as James. After some time he said, “I’d like to get to know you a lil more”. I gave him my number and soon after he texted me and says, “Hey it’s James 😉 except my names actually Jake lmao.” We laughed and I began to lean into him as someone I could depend on for a laugh. We clicked right away and I never questioned it. We talked nearly every day; his ambition, his kindness, and huge heart are key things that made him such a unique person to me.
I don’t remember when it started but we would always play cup pong together. Over time when Jake transitioned into his post-grad life, we talked less and played cup pong a lot more. It was one of the ways we were there for each other, and ironically one of the last conversations I had with Jake was a game of cup pong. I heard it’s easier to carry loss if you carry a piece of that person with you. I got a “cup pong” tattoo as a way of honoring his life and our friendship. Rest in Peace Jakey.
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Jakie and I lived together for two and a half years during our time at UCONN. We always went to the football tailgates but never the games. After another amazing tailgate he had the phenomenal idea to race back to the car like usual but this time we had to summersault there. Being a responsible roomate and friend I obviously accepted the challenge. Unfortunately during our race I accidentally went to fast and dislocated my shoulder, he came back laughing thinking I was just trying to sneak my way into victory but soon realized I had actually dislocated my shoulder. He quickly helped me get up and took me to his car, gave me some ice and a blanket and put me in the back seat. I immediately passed out in the back and a couple minutes later I hear him whispering in my ear “Enrique what do you want from DQ my treat”! He knew DQ was my favorite since there are none back home and he wanted to stop and get me treat before we got back to UCONN. This then became a tradition, to stop at DQ after every tailgate. Miss you bro you will forever be in my memories.
Jake and I met through mutual friends my senior year of high school and instantly became very close. When he transferred to UConn it was the best news and we hung out nearly every day and made sure to take classes together (which were art classes that he thrived in and I did not). My favorite memory was from one of the many times Jake hung out with me and my roommate at my dorm. We loved the song Hurt by Johnny Cash and were listening to it while my roommate was in the bathroom. She hears a loud crash and comes out to see that Jake and I had attempted the dirty dancing jump and he had accidentally thrown me onto my desk and i fell onto the floor. The three of us laughed about it for so long. Jake eventually drew an awesome picture of Johnny that we hung on our walls for the next few years. I remember us quoting Arrested Development and Trailer Park Boys, long conversations on the outdoor benches at UConn, and hiking trips with our friends. I think about him and miss him everyday and wish more than anything that we stayed close after college. My thoughts are with the Beddoe family and Jake always. ❤️
Behind all of my favorite high school memories is Jake. He became so special to me and my family. My grandma would love going to CVS to see her “handsome Jake” when he was working there. I have so many memories with Jake, they mostly include driving around blasting music, going to Pancheros an obscure amount of times, sitting on the swings at the beach and talking… one of my favorite times with him was going to the park when it was raining and running through the sprinkler park. He lived life to the fullest and taught me to do the same. I’m so thankful to have had Jake in my life. He and the rest of the Beddoe family will always be in my thoughts.
My Jake ❤️ Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. He constantly put up with my antics, and was always there for me no matter what- even if he didn’t know how to. If all else failed, he knew how to just simply make me laugh. A few random sampling of PC memories:
Jake got his haircut at a barber across the street from my school. After his appointment he came over to see my kids. He walked over all proud of his new little haircut to show off. There was a bar down the way from where he lived, which was forbidden to by PC volunteers called “the drop off .” We went there one night and met a strange local man who we later brought home with us. We hung out and drank rum and he later left to get something but he didn’t come back for awhile. That’s when Jake and I decided to watch the hangover because we both agreed that movie was hilarious (this is when Jake and I continued to use the phrase “classic” and things that weren’t at all classic.) He purchased the movie on Amazon and I remember Niki later asking about it in the group chat. Anyway, in the middle of our movie, this guy came busting into Jake’s house with a raw fish that he cooked up for us. It still has the cooked eyeball. It was so strange. The first time we hung out alone was when we got sent back to st Lucia for a brief period of time. I had a crush on Jake so spent all this time doing my hair and makeup – walked outside and it immediately all melted off my face from the humidity. I remember asking him “you’re from Connecticut…. do you ever go to the beach??” Obviously me coming from MN I had never really met someone from the coast like that. There was a pig that lived in the run down/abandoned building across the street from his house. I always said hi to it when I passed it. Jake and I were so worried when we took a trip to the beach that we would get sun burnt we both hid under the this little umbrella I had. We hiked up this huge hill on NYE to go to mass with his host mom (I was invited to a fun NYE party but would have way rather spent it with Jake ❤️) I consider myself a strict atheist so that’s how you know I cared for him – by attending a catholic New Years eve mass and ringing in the new year with a bunch of Caribbean strangers rather than my PC friends. Afterwards we went to a local bar and Jake had a few too many local beers. He ended up dancing with this 50 year old woman – she was teaching him how to dance soca style – which was very erotic and was uncomfortable for everyone. Jake has his little dress shirt and belt on from New Years. We ended up stumbling into bed and woke up a few hours to a cow mooing outside. His room was always hot and uncomfortable and he never bothered to fix it but managed to complain about it constantly.
I think the reason our bond was so strong was because we had to get very close in such a short amount of time. There will be no way to replicate the moments we spent together, fully explained what we went through, and it pains me to think of the things that could be and never will. Jake and I bickered – but deep down had an immense love and care for each other. There are many things I wish I could tell him, or take back, but I believe our love lives on!! There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about him. He is the first thing I think about when I get out of bed and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. Forever missed, but never forgotten!
I served in SVG in the Peace Corps with Jake. We could not have been more different. Me a sixty plus year old Black female from California – and Jake was Jake, from an opposite coast, young male and White. We had little in common except the incredible shared moment in time, serving together on a tiny Island in the Eastern Caribbean. We could have stayed strangers, but shared trainings, meetings, beach outings, a memorable brunch at Hali’s, smiles, stories and laughs — all chipped away at the differences between us. He was so clearly someone’s son, brother and friend. It was easy to love him, if ever so shortly. He was warm and had an open heart.
I was lucky to see him at the bank in Kingstown before he left SVG. He gave me the warmest hug — which I still cherish, almost lifting me off the ground. I can only imagine the sense of loss his family and closest friends feel, as my own heart retains a space for him always. May his memory live on forever. Warm Regards, Quinta
I didn’t serve in the peace corps with Jake, but he was one of my best friends in high school that helped me get through many difficult times, during and after. He’s missed every single day. Rest in peace Jakey.
I do not even know where to start. I feel your pain. I only wish I could of been closer to share his ever day life. You all made it seem so with the constant pictures and sharing. Jake was the happiest person. His smile lit up your heart. I love my grandson.
I met Jake at UCONN and he instantly became one of my closest friends at school. Jake met me at one of my lowest points when I was suffering from depression and he was one of the only people I talked to about it. Jake was always encouraging me and including me in things that he was doing and I always appreciated it. From personal advice, double dating, tutoring and taking winter classes online together, I attribute Jake as one of the reasons I graduated school in the first place.
When I was struggling in class, Jake took time out of his Friday night to help me when he could have went out, he even once got up very early on a cold winter morning when he didn’t have to in order to give me his notebook so I could review his notes. I’ll never forget what Jake did for me, he is one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met and he will always live on in my memories and my heart.
I served alongside Jake during Peace Corps in St. Vincent and the Grenadines. Out of the wide array of memories, I will forever cherish which feature Jake, one stands out to me. In this one instance, Jake and I had a little “heart to heart” in the middle of this super nice resort bar on Palm Island. The adventure there and the adventure back is a whole other story. One where we thought for sure the ocean was going to swallow us whole on our little Bob Marley painted wooden fishing vessel. A little back story, volunteers had a habit of sharing our most downtrodden and miserable stories as a way of celebrating and solidifying a comradery. It took our minds temporarily off our homesickness (actual sickness in some cases) and how much we were missing American luxuries. We would look forward to an enjoyable laughing spat together about our joined despair and current misery. But there was this one instance where Jake and I discussed how happy we actually were, and how much we were truly enjoying our service. We talked about how cute the kiddos were and how much we genuinely enjoyed spending our time with them. We shared special stories about the children at our schools which made us smile. We shared good, wholesome laughs about how weirdly and unexpectedly happy we were. How could we not be? We were in the Caribbean, helping students, and had made the most unexpected and unforgettable friendships. He talked about how happy he was we were all there together and celebrating our first Caribbean Christmas together. It was not the same as being home with family, but we were surrounded by friendships which, with every day that passed, resembled a makeshift family of our own. It was a small conversation, a sharing of how we were doing as simple as that may sound, but I left the conversation feeling happier and lighter.
There is not a single day that passes that Jake does not cross my mind. His laugh, his joy, and how much he cared about how others around him were feeling. He really wanted everyone to be happy and enjoying their life as much as he was. Jake truly was a one-of-a-kind soul, and he will forever be missed and memories of his life will be forever cherished.
I met Jake in an unlikely place-the internet. Jake introduced himself as James. After some time he said, “I’d like to get to know you a lil more”. I gave him my number and soon after he texted me and says, “Hey it’s James 😉 except my names actually Jake lmao.” We laughed and I began to lean into him as someone I could depend on for a laugh. We clicked right away and I never questioned it. We talked nearly every day; his ambition, his kindness, and huge heart are key things that made him such a unique person to me.
I don’t remember when it started but we would always play cup pong together. Over time when Jake transitioned into his post-grad life, we talked less and played cup pong a lot more. It was one of the ways we were there for each other, and ironically one of the last conversations I had with Jake was a game of cup pong. I heard it’s easier to carry loss if you carry a piece of that person with you. I got a “cup pong” tattoo as a way of honoring his life and our friendship. Rest in Peace Jakey.
MB88vip’s trying to be a VIP experience, and it’s not completely failing. The bonuses are noticeably better for VIP’s, so it’s worth trying to level up. Find your way to the top at mb88vip.
Guys, try jollibetcasino! Some of my friends told me it’s pretty awesome, and the bonuses are sulit. Gonna give it a shot this weekend myself. Masaya to! jollibetcasino