Jacob Blaine Townsend left this world at 29 years. He was my north my south my east my west.
I wish I had a story to tell. But it’s everyone’s story. Jacob struggled with who he wanted to be and who he was. At the end of the day, I wish he had the strength to have pulled through. I miss him desperately. There is not a minute that I don’t think of him. And although he is at peace, it is I who is not. I couldn’t fix it then and I can’t fix it now. The void of him is unbearable.
Despite his demons, he was funny, up on all current events. Befriended everyone and left a memorable impression on more than he knew.