There are those lessons that you learn about the world being small and life being precious, but until you actually experience them in real time, they are just words that you hold outside your heart.
A couple of nights ago I ran into two girls from Georgetown University at a pub crawl near the Colosseum. I asked them if they knew one of my friends from high school, Jenny Faenza who attended Georgetown. Jenny passed away last Thanksgiving after battling chronic pulmonary hypertension.
The girls had known Jenny and remembered her as “one of the sweetest, most positive people” they knew. They knew the Jenny I knew, a ball of spunk with a will to fight who always wore a smile.
It’s amazing that even half way around the world the same person has touched three strangers’ lives.
With love and an open heart,
Jan
I love you, Jan.
I sent a link to this blog to Ami Faenza. I know that she is comforted by knowing that so many remember Jenny with love.
I didn’t know Jenny but loved your memories of her.