Well folks, I've been down on the couch for more than a week trying to get my head around my parents' death. You know I've recently been dealing with the anniversary of my mother's death, and now, I have to deal with the recent death of my father.
I know he was 88, but I know he wasn't done with life yet. I was already curious as to why he was in the hospital in the first place, and even more so when he told me "Girl, I work real hard all mi life, but not so my leg should just give out under me so! Must be the drugs dem"... Well, I feel that he was right and that connection I had with him, is why in the middle of church, I felt him pass on into the next life. Sunday, November 29th at 11:00 am is the time he died and that is the exact time I was overwhelmed in church.
RIP Isaiah McIntyre Jacob
Born on September 10, 1921 in Maruga, T&T
Baby boy #3, of a thirteen children family
He was preceeded by his wife Rosana (nee Samm) in 1999
Affectionally known as 'Uncle Owen" he leaves behind:
his children Ancil, Lois, grandson Troy, Great-grands, Caleb and Olivia.
Numberless neices and nephews, and his consort, Linda.
Give thanxz to all who sent her thier kind words of comfort...
