It’s been a difficult three weeks for me. Ever since I heard my friend, Greg Jacobsen, got in an accident, I’ve been in shock that something so terrifying and sad could happen to someone so young, talented, smart and funny. I looked up to Greg because he seemed so much larger than life itself. He could charm anyone, he always made me laugh, and I don’t know how else to put it, but he was cool.
It’s a rare combination when someone as cool as Greg is also humble. He had so much respect and love for his friends that it made me feel special to be in on his jokes, to have shared drinks with him, or to be given burned CDs of his music.
I’ve been spoiled by working with Greg on three different shoots. I’ll miss the sense of camaraderie and the amount of fun I had working on sets with him. All of my friends that knew him were also lucky to experience this. It never felt like we were working. I started to become so used to seeing a crew of friends wearing Montreal Canadiens jerseys at work whenever there was a game that I’m disappointed all shoots don’t include that tradition.
I first heard about Greg’s accident through a friend’s Facebook status. Another mutual friend who worked with Greg let me know how serious Greg’s condition was. Yesterday another close friend called to let me know Greg passed away. It is a sad day for everyone who was lucky enough to know Greg Jacobsen.
Despite all the sadness, seeing photos of GLarge being posted by different groups of friends on Facebook is bringing a smirk to my face. It seems that in most of the photos, Greg’s larger-than-life swagger lives on. His go-to pose resembles an early 90′s hip hop album cover: shades, tilted head, furrowed brow, pout. He left behind so many of these hilarious photos that it will be impossible for me to picture Greg any other way. He will forever be this youthful, funny and cool persona to me. I’m glad to have had his friendship.









