Behind the Scenes of A Living Tribute...

The invitation read:

"He has been a loving son, brother, husband, father and grandfather; academic scholar; record-breaking athlete; vigilant high-school administrator; inspiring weightlifting coach and father-figure to countless young people; dedicated and engaging college professor; diligent colleague; trust-worthy manager; visionary designer & builder; knowledgeable business mentor; brother-in-Christ, compassionate confidant and humorous, faithful friend. He has answered each of our calls of "Willie...", "Jake...", "Brother...", "Uncle...", "Mr. Jacobs...", "Daddy...", "G-Daddy...", and "Honey..." with the ready reply of, "What can I do?"

If there is any noteworthy thing that Willie has said or done, which lingers in your memories, we pray you will join us in honoring him with this living tribute on SAT., AUG. 26TH. On Aug.17th, Willie will be 70 years young; so, let us give him his flowers while he lives and can appreciate them fully!

We look forward to greeting you on Aug. 26th!!! P.S. - SHHHH!!!! IT'S A SURPRISE!!!!!"

-- Gloria, Robin, Karla, Kandice, Brandon, Zachary & Joren

Well, it was almost a complete surprise... You know, until the night before the celebration... My mother and friend Rashell were at my home, in the kitchen preparing some of the food to be served the next evening, when there was a knock at my door. So, I turn and look at my mother and Rashell.

In unison, we all proceed to shake our heads and laugh incredulously, despite knowing who had to be on the other side of the door! I slowly walked to the door. (Yes, I'm going to make you wait a bit because you know you are dead wrong Willie Jacobs!) He knew my mom and Rashell were there preparing (what he repeatedly commented on as being the unusually large amount of food) my mother had been shopping for that week. Therefore, not answering the knock at the door was not an option.

I open the door and ask, "How may I help you?" He smiles impishly and says, "I would like to come in." How could I say no to such a sweet request, so I slowly step to the side to allow his entrance. He waltzes right in, pulls out one of the chairs at my kitchen table and sits down. It was quite clear his intention was to stay and keep us company (as he ultimately said). I too sit back down at my kitchen table, in front of my laptop that has the order of program open. I turn my laptop at an angle where he cannot not view the screen and resume my work -- however, not before I made sure to give him that look to let him know, "Yeah, I see what you just did there."

To which he responds with a laugh and his own look (like), "Little girl please, I've been #winning longer than you've been living! Did you really think you were going to get all of this over on me (even now)?"