|My all-time favorite photo of Jen|
|(seated) Stacy and Jen with Sophie, top: June and Valerie|
“No, don’t cry because we’re alive and we all love you so! You’re getting better. You’re going to be all right,” I assured her in a mad jumble of works. Then I laughed, while I cried. I took her hand in mine and she squeezed it and smiled, a half smile on the left side of her mouth. It felt like she was showing off.
“Hey, look at my hair!” She lifted her eyes to my head to examine the full mop of hair on my head. I’d been chemo bald and chemo beaten when her brain exploded, back in September. To her, I must have looked like a different person. But she seemed to recognize me. And surely, I recognized her.
|Baby Sophie and Mama Jen|
|Jen with the Bunnies, Tessa and Sophie|
“Inch by inch, it’s all a cinch,” I tell her, repeating something she often told me. She smiles. She remembers.
Yesterday I visited Jen and her wonderful nurse told me she wished she’d known Jennifer before her accident. She wanted to know more about Jen’s personality, what sort of a person she is. And so, with Jennifer nodding to confirm the finer points of my personality portrait, I told her nurse these things about Jen:
|Somebody's birthday. Jen, June, Stacy, Whitney|
|Jen loved burgers at the (sadly defunct) Deli on Truman|
Need a little cry? Cry to the good stuff. This always works for me.