in his pocket he keeps a portrait of the queen
When I was in 7th grade our Sunday School was broken into two 1.5 hour classes; religious education with Mr. Wienner and his aide, his daughter, Jennifer. The other 1.5 hour was spent with the one and only Rabbi Grumbacher with whom we had Bar/Bat Mitzvah preparation and learned general life lessons huddled in his cozy office with books literally on shelves all the way to the ceiling. Mr. Wienner had such a Philly accent and was so hilarious. His daughter, Jenn, was also a riot. She told us of when she went on her NFTY in Israel trip she got a tattoo of a butterfly on her back (then she showed us) but didn't tell her parents. The next summer they went to the pool at the JCC when it first opened and she forgot and he saw it and he flipped out and made a scene. Jenn was just really funny. This past May she earned her BA from the University of Delaware and wanted to be a pharmacist.
She died in a car accident this morning.
I wasn't even really that close to her but it really makes me think. It's one of those things, you know? Car accidents are one of the worst ways to die I think. So unexpected. I can't imagine her family right now. She had a little brother who is probably a freshman or sophomore in high school now. It's shit like this that makes me believe that fate does exist to a certain extent. The accident wasn't her fault. Her boyfriend was driving and he feel asleep at the wheel. He lived. It's like why her and not him, HE fell asleep at the wheel. Thinking about all of this provoked me to write a long email to my Rabbi in Delaware. I miss him a lot and I hope that when I get married he will perform the ceremony. He loved Jenn too. Sad.
Rest in peace, Jennifer.
She died in a car accident this morning.
I wasn't even really that close to her but it really makes me think. It's one of those things, you know? Car accidents are one of the worst ways to die I think. So unexpected. I can't imagine her family right now. She had a little brother who is probably a freshman or sophomore in high school now. It's shit like this that makes me believe that fate does exist to a certain extent. The accident wasn't her fault. Her boyfriend was driving and he feel asleep at the wheel. He lived. It's like why her and not him, HE fell asleep at the wheel. Thinking about all of this provoked me to write a long email to my Rabbi in Delaware. I miss him a lot and I hope that when I get married he will perform the ceremony. He loved Jenn too. Sad.
Rest in peace, Jennifer.