Jacob Martin
Maxfield, 21, of Newport, New Hampshire passed away on Sunday, Aug. 10, 2008, from injuries suffered in an automobile accident. Today, September 11
th 2009, was his 23rd Birthday. He was my friend, and I miss him.
I remember the call as though it happened this morning. I was sitting in my jeep checking emails at a library on the Cape, when the phone rang and Leslie was on the other line. She was crying and could barely say the words
out loud, "Josh, Jake is dead. I'm going home. Can you come too?" I calmed her down as best I could, told her I'd be there late that night, and in a blur of
inconsolable anger and frustration; put on my running shoes and had one of the most physically demanding workouts of my life. Staring out at the ocean I burst out laughing and realize he'd be stoked to hear about the workout, and even more stoked to participate.
That's the thing about Jake, he poured his utmost attention and effort into everything he did, especially family, friends, and athletics. Growing up with Jake was an adventure, everything was a competition. he always wanted to win, and if he didn't, he would do everything in his power to have a re-match. If we were skiing, it was always a race, once he got his snowboard, he wanted to throw down in the park, and if we were skating, he would spend hours teaching himself new tricks. Since he had a trampoline, his house was the place to go, especially in grade 8, when we started trying different tricks on snow, and when Jake seemed to be just as stoked skating and snowboarding as he was on team sports. We would tramp and skate in the fall, spring, and summer, and build jumps in our backyards during the winter.
A year later, during the bomb threats in high school, Jake invited everyone over to his house and we built a jump. Since it was spring, the snow was really sticky and Eric Perry decided to build a chair in the jump. We were bored with the session, especially Jake. Looking around for something to do, he spotted the roof of his garage, decided it wasn't that tall, and proceeded to build a jump onto the roof. There was a good amount of snow on the garage, so it seemed like a legit plan. We built an in-run, finished the jump, and after a couple speed checks, Eric dropped in, ready to charge. The nose of his board caught the edge of the garage, he face planted on the roof, and he tumbled off the roof and onto the ground. Everyone was laughing hysterically as Jake yells, "
DROPPPPING!" from the top of his hill, launches the step up onto his garage, and drops off the end into his driveway. There was yelling, everyone was stoked, and he came running up the hill to do it again.
After we got bored with the garage jump, everyone went skating. The roads were dry enough to session the curb,
Towle School, and a few other spots. After returning home, we checked the messages and heard Jake's mom on the other line. "Jacob. I know you and your friends were jumping off the garage. You have to stop immediately." Everyone was laughing, and rather than send everyone home, Jake reassured us it was completely fine and wanted everyone to get ready for another backyard session.
That was the magic about Jake, he always wanted to push the envelope, always wanted to be superman, and tried everything he could to be the best. That passion for life propelled Jake to gain 30
lbs of muscle, spend hours in the gym, and get a spot on his college football team. He was psyched, and even though we didn't see each other very often, it was guaranteed to be an adventure whenever we did.
Last summer, we were both in Newport, had just graduated, and were bored out of our minds. We saw each other in the gym everyday, and eventually started hitting up local bars to see old friends. Despite not hanging out with Jake for an extended period of time throughout college, it was like we never skipped a beat and were instantly close friends. The last night I saw Jake, we kicked it at Leslie's, went in the hot tub, reminisced about being kids, and talked about the journey that lies ahead. He told me he was headed to Colorado to work on a ranch, experience something new, and head up to the mountains to ride with me once the snow started falling. He told me I better be hanging out with him when we're 80, cracking beers on his front porch, and bullshitting about our lives. I ensured him that I would produce some hilarious content, and in his typical competitive nature, he replied, "I bet you will, but I think mine will be better"
One year later, I can't help but reflect on my friend's life. I could go for hours about parties, adventurous evenings, his
savoir-
faire with the ladies, and random AIM messages after late nights in college. As the day goes on, I'll continue to think about more ways he influenced my life and help mold who I am as a person. For me, Jake was someone that woke up every morning, kicked life in the ass, never backed down from a challenge, and took advantage of EVERY opportunity.
Looking ahead, I'm going to spend the next 80+ years of my life building material so I can tell Jake some impressive and outrageous stories. Rather than be sad, angry, or emotionally drained thinking about Jake's death, I'm going to relive the moments that made Jake one of my favorite individuals and continue to take full advantage of life. Even more comforting, you and I both know he's throwing one hell of a party in heaven.
I can't even begin to explain the positive influence you had on my life.
Happy Birthday.
I love you buddy,
- Josh
Jacob Martin Maxfield
September 11th 1986 - August 10th 2008
