Thrift Store

Jennine loved going shopping at the thrift stores.  She took me to more thrift shops that I didn't even know existed in our surrounding towns!

Her favorite was probably the Guardian Angel, a thrift store closest to our home where the profits and proceeds support the Alzheimer's Association.  She could spend hours hunting through shirts and pants and shoes to inexpensively supplement her wardrobe.

She knew that for more upscale clothes you needed to go to the Goodwill store closer to a nicer neighborhood in a nearby town.  She knew when most places stocked their racks and what days meant even further discounts are certain color tags.

Jennine knew her thrift stores.

She could spend whole afternoons hopping from thrift store to thrift store, either by herself or with one of her sisters-in-law or with another friend.  If she saw something that she thought you or your kids would like, she would snap a photograph and text you.  And if you said that's awesome, she'd purchase the item for you or your kid, often without expecting reimbursement.

Jennine was thrifty, and she was generous, and she made you feel special while saving you both money.

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Scrapbooking

I cannot remember Jennine without remembering our many scrapbooking sessions together.  For the first few years that we knew each other, we would spend hours huddled over one of our kitchen or dining room tables with photographs, stickers, pages spread out everywhere, documenting the memories of our kids, our adventures, our families, and our life.

For a while we did full scrapbooking days at a local church, dragging our cases and boxes and albums across town to enjoy the company of others, to trade embellishments, and to try to win prizes.  Those were such great times of reminiscing and fellowship, sharing stories with each other and crafting beautiful keepsakes.

We even scrapbooked ourselves scrapbooking!

Jennine, me and our friend Traci

In later years, we moved to digital scrapbooking, keeping our photographs on Shutterfly or another online service and creating our albums online and printing them up for families and friends.  While the production in the end was the same, digital scrapbooking never quite met that need for quality time together, passing pictures back and forth, and carefully choosing that sticker or other embellishment to add to the memories we were making.

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Reality

Jennine was a pretty realistic person, not overly optimistic and not overly pesimistic.  She was level headed and thoughtful when making decisions. She sought out information to understand the reality of her life, whether that was a search for a church or a medical diagnosis.

The reality was that she had an incredible 47 years with a few health hurdles that most of us will never have to deal with personally but are certainly touched by because of the diagnosis of friends and family.  I've been caught up in my grief and focused on the last few weeks of Jennine's life.  In reality, I should be thanking God for the fifteen years that I got to spend getting to know my friend, teaching and learning with my friend, laughing and crying with my friend.

The reality is that we shared a strong, amazing friendship that I hope changed her life the way that it changed mine.

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Questions

Why were some people brought together in Jennine's life and others never had the chance to meet the amazing woman, mother, and neighbor that I called friend?

Who will give me advice about parenting and offer the wisdom of making it through the teenaged years in Jennine's absence?

When will the joy and excitement of all the great memories with Jennine finally push away all the sadness and pain that weighs so heavily from the last three months?

Who will find all those great Groupons, coupons, and deals and share, not only the coupon but the experiences, with me?

Why do some people have more illness, stress, and unfortunate health issues than others?

Who will encourage me to walk the neighborhood when I don't really want to and who will sit in the yard and cul-de-sac with me just to shoot the breeze?

How can there be game night without Jennine?

Who will make that last minute trip to Kohl's, the thrift store, the Bojangles, the Chick-fil-a, to pick up groceries with us?

Who will keep her family and her friends organized?

How can we go to the beach without Jennine?

Who will watch HGTV with me while surfing the internet, reading about the reality shows and whether they are legitimate or staged?

Who will go to Tripp's and order the four cheese pasta dish and help me eat loaves of bread with olive oil?

When will I sit in carpool at the end of the day and not think about texting Jennine about her day?

How can she have died so young?

Who will message me late at night just to chat when insomnia has set in?

Will time really heal the pain and grief at the loss of our Jennine?

Prayers

Jennine believed in the power of prayer.  We've prayed together over meals, about travel and trips, and for improved health and peace of mind.  We've prayed together about our families and friends, about diagnoses and prognoses, and for patience and understanding.

I've sent positive thoughts and prayers and started the prayer chain during her many appointments and surgeries.  The last scripture that I shared with her, two days before her passing:

Psalm 41:3

The LORD sustains them on their sickbed and restores them from their bed of illness.

There are many sustaining prayers and scriptures in the Bible, and there are many thoughts and quotes that people share at the death of a loved one.  While Jennine is not with us on this Earth, I know that she has been restored from her sickness and her bed of illness. I find comfort in my friends, her family, and our God.

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Old

On this Sunday morning, I was thinking about some of my favorite hymns and this one came to mind.

I know that Jennine loved the newer Christian praise and worship tunes, like songs from Casting Crowns, Danny Gokey, Matthew West, and Chris Tomlin.  I don't remember us ever talking about classic, old school hymns and whether any of those spoke to her.  So many of them still speak to me from my childhood in my little home church.

The Old Rugged Cross was my paternal grandmother's favorite hymn, and at this time of Easter, death and resurrection, today it speaks to me.

No more pain and no more suffering, Jennine has laid down her trophies at last and has exchanged them for her crown in heaven.

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Neighbors

We moved next to Jennine and her family almost fifteen years ago.  While I don't really remember our first introductions, I do know that we hit it off, and it wasn't long before we were spending time together as neighbors and friends.

Jennine had spoken with our other neighbors, small talk here and there, but no one really hung out together on a regular basis.  Jennine and I started doing more and more together, and we had the idea of bringing the whole cul-de-sac together.

It was Memorial Day weekend, 2007, that I think really started bringing our neighborhood together.  Jennine was almost a year out from her original breast cancer diagnosis.  Little E was eight months old.  Our other neighbor had an almost two year old and another neighbor had a four month old and an almost two year old.  It was time to bring these younguns and adults together.

So between our two houses, Jennine and I planned a cookout, set up tables and chairs, and invited our neighbors to join us that Memorial Day.  Ten years later we've had lots of neighborly gatherings: too many game nights to count, holiday potlucks, New Year's Eve parties, girls' nights out with the moms, holiday cookie decorating, and "just because" cookouts.

Memorial Day Cookout, May 2007
Jennine, the neighbors, and Little E

       

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More

More days to spend with you

Sitting in the yard

Talking about our kids

Sharing our stories

Being us

More time to go with you

Hunting for bargains

Trying new restaurants

Hearing our favorite bands

Being us

More hopes to tell you

Dreaming of travels

Making plans for the future

Rejoicing in good news

Being us

More calls to you

Planning our walks

Ranting about work

Laughing over our silliness

Being us

More games to play with you

Rolling the dice

Racing down the river

Drawing our best

Being us

More of you and me

Being us

Me and Jennine, 2011/2012

Last

The last day that I saw Jennine was Friday, January 27 around 5:00pm.  She wanted to switch out Girl Scout cookies - trading her peanut butter sandwiches for more lemonades.  We visited for a bit, watched some television, before I made my way back home to fix supper for my family.

The last time that I spoke with Jennine was sometime during the weekend of January 28-29.  She was feeling worse and I was coming down with something. We continued to text.

The last time that Jennine was at home was the morning of Tuesday, January 31 before she was admitted to the hospital.  Her oxygen was dropping with no understanding of why it was happening. 

The last time that I laughed with Jennine (even if it was through texting) was Saturday, February 4 around 7:30am. She was hoping to move out of ICU.  Here's our text exchange with the funny typo:

The last text that I sent Jennine was on Saturday, February 4 at 9:24pm. 

She drew her last breath on Sunday, February 5 before 7:30am
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Kids

Jennine loved her kids to the moon and back! She was so proud of the young adults that her two children were growing in to.  She delighted in the thoughtful, intelligent, and sensitive young man that her son was becoming and embraced the strong, passionate and witty young woman that her daughter was becoming.

Jennine cared about their academic growth so much, that she and her family made the decision to homeschool. She put in the time and energy in planning thoughtful lessons and activities for her kids. She was so excited when they learned something new, solved a problem, or created an interesting product from their learning.

As her children grew into teenagers, she instilled in them strong values about family and friends, about honesty and compassion, about self-worth and determination. While they were certainly not without the occasional fuss or argument, she extended her children some leeway to make mistakes, to make their choices, to use their judgement about situations.

I remember her sharing some of what she learned at a parenting workshop offered through her church. Jennine liked the approach of presenting those tough situations and having those sticky conversations with her kids and talking through the possible decisions, reactions, and consequences with them.  She wasn't a heavy-handed parent, but she certainly wasn't a softee.  She demanded respect from her children, and she gave them the same respect to grow and learn, to make their way in this world.

Jennine was an incredible mother, and her two children are evidence of her love, her life, and her legacy.

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Just Jennine

Jennine was one of my best friends.  She was my cul-de-sac neighbor, my walking buddy, my game partner, my everyday gal. She was my go-to person for advice about raising my kid and suggestions on where to get a good deal.  She was my dinner date, my thrift store guide, and my last minute want-to-go-to-Kohl's shopping pal.

Jennine was the sister that I never had.  She was my confidante and my listening ear.  She was my escape partner. She was just Jennine.

Jennine was unpretentious. She was WYSIWYG: what you see is what you get.  For the most part, she was laid back, agreeable, and extremely likeable.  She was a true friend, always asking about my day, my work, my kid, my family.  She was often the last person that I talked to at night, via phone or text or instant message.  She was the first person that I would call for a girls' night out, for throwing a home party for some product, for trying something new that I had cooked, or for sharing good news about work, school, or family.

Many afternoons and evenings Jennine and I would sit in one of our driveways or the cul-de-sac, catching up, shooting the breeze, just being.  The beautiful spring days have been hard, missing my friend and our almost daily routine of conversations and relaxing in our yards.

Jennine was just a truly amazing friend. Now it's just me.

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Information and the Internet

My job as a teacher librarian is all about finding and sharing information.  My vocation is not lost on my friends:  I have helped them find the latest, greatest, newest information about whatever topic they needed.

Jennine and I were definitely information buddies and the internet was our friend.  Need to know something? Google it! Search it online! Be sure to use good search terms!

Throughout her homeschooling her children, Jennine used the internet to find great curriculum connections, lessons, and activities, I shared links to sites and videos that she could review and possibly use with her kids.

But once her children went back to public school, Jennine decided she wanted to work with other folks' kids, especially babies.  So when she decided to put herself out there as a nanny, she used the site Care.com to create an account.  Then we became internet detectives, searching for more information about the possible employers she might have.

Jennine would give me a name, and five minutes later, I would give her as much information as I could find about her postential employer.  Non-private Facebook page? Found it! Street address through county property site? Found it! Speeding ticket? Found it!

We used our skills for good, making sure that Jennine would have the best nanny situation with her new employers and babies.

But as her illness progressed and she was diagnosed a second time and then a third time, Jennine and I became internet doctors, reading and deciphering (usually asking our medical professional neighbors) the multisyllabic conditions that we found, the symptoms that seemed to fit this or that disease, and the possible prognosis for these illnesses. Sometimes these were late night conversations, sometimes they were lengthy texts with links, and sometimes these were quiet moments sitting in our cul-de-sac.

Knowledge is powerful and having the right information to inform decisions is important.  Jennine understood this, and she used the internet to build her knowledge and understanding of the diseases that ultimately took her power.

Homeschooling

After a couple of years in public schools, Jennine and her family decided that she would homeschool their two children. Using her own training and education as an elementary school teacher, she set out to create a curriculum that would help her children learn and meet state and national standards and that would give them and her some freedom to explore a variety of interests while building foundational skills.

It was obvious that Jennine was born a teacher.  She really enjoyed pulling together resources and materials for her kids, watching them learn and grow, and helping them develop into thinkers and scientists and mathematicians and readers.

One afternoon after my work, she called me, insisting that I had to come over and see what the kids had learned that day.  They'd been studying the skeletal system and learning all about the bones.  When I walked through her front door, I found her daughter in shorts with her legs labeled in magic marker - femur, tibia, fibula, and patella. The girl knew her bones; that's for sure! (And I can tell you that you could never do that in public school!)

Jennine loved the flexibility of homeschooling.  The kids readily finished their studies and the family enjoyed more free afternoons to play, to swim, and to take their own field trips.  Family vacations were already educational and homeschooling made the time frame for going on them a little more flexible.

While she was a little sad at their returning to public school for high school, she knew that she'd provided them a strong education with the love and care that only she could give them during those elementary and middle years.

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Games

Jennine loved games.  Board games. Card games. Act it out games. Dice games. It didn't seem to matter what the game (except for Monopoly), she was willing to play it.

The first time we were invited to Jennine's annual New Year's Eve game night, we learned what fierce competitors she and her family were.  They take game night seriously!  Funny, boisterous, determined, those folks were into the games!

Over the years, we've indulged in a number of regular game nights that eventually changed due to conflicts, schedules, timing.  For a while, we tried to get the neighborhood ladies together for games, but often that turned in to me and Jennine playing and everyone else just hanging out with us, still enjoying each others' company, but no way into the game like the two of us.

Jennine introduced me to Bunco with the ladies in her mother-in-law's apartment complex almost fifteen years ago. She and I were a part of the group off and on over the years, enjoying the intergenerational company and friendly wagers of the monthly Bunco night.

A few years ago, Jennine and I tried our hand at Pinochle with a couple of neighbors.  It was our regular Friday night meet-up for a couple of years, playing this old card game while listening to 70's and 80's music or the latest Christian praise and worship tunes. Good times, good company, good conversations.

Then there were the Sunday afternoon-meet-me-on-porch games of Rummikub with one neighbor.  We liked our porch sitting, and it was even better with the card table thrown up and a game set out.

We discovered a love for new games: Mexican train dominos, Up the River/Down the River, Telestrations.  We tried to coerce others to join us - You'll love this game!  - sometimes to be met with eagerness and other times reluctant excitement.

At some point, Jennine and I began to exchange birthday presents. (Our birthdays were a week a part: hers the day after Christmas and mine two days after the new year.)  Almost every year, Jennine gifted me with a new game. I saw this game and you have to try it!  I can't wait to play it with you!

We celebrated this past New Year's Eve with game night.  She was vibrant, as competitive as always, and the most gracious game night hostess, even with her worsening health issues. Some of my favorite memories of my friend will be our sitting at her kitchen table, playing games: good times, good company, good living.

New Year's Eve Game Night
with the Girls!
December 31, 2016

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Friends and Family

Even through her treatments, her surgeries, her everyday ups and downs, what seemed like neverending migraines, and her low energy, I was always amazed at how in touch Jennine seemed to be with her friends and family all the time.

I called Jennine "my everyday friend" because we pretty much literally talked and/or texted each other everyday, especially in the last four or five years. She was part of my daily afternoon and evening routine, catching up on the day and sharing stuff that was happening with our families.

At some point over the years, I realized that she was that kind of friend to many folks, that she took the time to check-in with her brothers and sisters-in-law, her dad, our other neighbors, and many of her other friends on a regular basis.

One of our former neighbors called Jennine her "late night text buddy" because it was after most bedtimes and when Jennine couldn't sleep that the two would chat and catch up with one another.

Friends and family were really important to her.  She genuinely wanted to know what was happening in everyone's lives, and she remembered to follow-up and ask about the things that were shared, to call for birthdays and anniversaries, to make sure we were having wonderful days.

On the rare occasion that I'd have a day off or take vacation, I'd ask about doing lunch with her.  Inevitably she'd have a lunch date with her dad or another family member, or she was catching up with an old friend from school or the pre-school coop, or she was grabbing a bite with another mom who homeschooled.  She made it a priority to be in the lives of her friends and family, and she made you feel special because of that.

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Z is for Zucchini Bread

It's the last post of the Blogging A to Z Challenge, another fun April of posting items from the letters 'A' through 'Z' for the entire month.  I enjoyed my theme of food this year, and I look forward to posting again next year.  Gotta start thinking about another cool theme!

Growing up, one of Granny's favorite things to bake was zucchini bread.  She would ask everybody to save their coffee cans for her, and she would whip up a bowl of batter and dump it in those coffee cans to bake.  Now I thought this was one of the funniest sights, those coffee cans sitting on a baking sheet in the oven.  All I could think was, Who bakes coffee?, but of course, I knew that once that bread was done it would be some of the yummiest zucchini bread around town.  Yummy!

Y is for Yogurt

My typical breakfast is a cup of Greek yogurt with a banana and almonds.  I find that Greek yogurt with more protein keeps me fuller longer.  I've tried a number of different brands, but my favorite is Oikos key lime Greek yogurt.  Bon appetit!

X is for eXtra Gum

I was never really a gum chewer until I discovered eXtra gum.  Well, actually it was their apple pie flavored gum.  I saw it in the checkout aisle in the fall of 2011.  I usually avoid those last few tempting items before the cashier checks you out, but I thought, Hmmmm, that sorta sounds good.  I'll try it.

I was hooked!  And now I've discovered eXtra lemon square flavored gum.  Yummy!  My daughter asked to try the chocolate mint and the orange sherbet.  She likes them, but I'm sticking with my apple pie and lemon flavored gums!

W is for Worcestershire Sauce

A man walks into a restaurant for dinner.  The waiter takes his order and brings him his meal when it is ready.  The waiter also places a bottle of sauce on the table and says, "Our chef has mixed up a new sauce to use with some of our beef dishes.  Would you like to try it?"

The man says, "Sure," and pours a little onto his plate.  He cuts his meat and dips a forkful into the sauce.  "Mmmmmm," the man mutters as he enjoys his meal.  The waiter looks pleased and  leaves.

After a few minutes, the chef comes out to ask the man what he thinks of the sauce.

"It's delicious!" he says.  He picks up the bottle and looks at the chef.  "So, what's this here sauce?"

"Exactly," says the chef.

"No, what's this here sauce?" The man asks again holding the bottle up.

"Right," says the chef.

Frustrated the man puts the bottle down hard on the table and stares at the chef.  "I just wanted to know what you called the sauce!" the man yelled.

"Worcestershire sauce, sir," the chef says politely.

"Well, that's what I've been asking you!" the man shouts and leaves the restaurant.

V is for Vienna Sausages (and Other Canned Meats)

My daddy always had a can of Vienna sausages or potted meat or some other canned meat in his truck "just in case."  As a kid, I thought those tiny sausages were just the greatest, especially on top of saltine crackers.  I'd take a little brown bag with a can of Vienna sausages, a package of saltines, a 5th avenue candy bar and a bottle of Mountain Dew out to the farm when I would help my dad in the summer.  Some days that lunch didn't make it until noon, and it became my ten o'clock snack.

A few years ago I decided that I would try those little sausages again.  It had been years, but I was now pregnant and I needed to satisfy a craving.  I thought that Vienna sausages were the answer. Boy, was I wrong!  My adult taste buds have definitely changed.  I didn't even make it through the second little wiener before I was grossed out.

Sorry, but no Vienna sausages for me now!