Tuesday, August 8, 2023
Jen was my oldest friend. I can still remember shyly getting to know her, sitting on the curb outside her new house on Lydia Street in Kitchener, when we were about 12 years old. I can still remember walking down that same street years later earnestly discussing what adolescent fashion tribe we each belonged to. I worked one of my first jobs alongside her, went to my first parties with her, drank my first drinks with her. Played many pranks with her, and suffered many pranks played by her. We were very different people, but we understood each other anyway, and we never wanted each other to change. We went our separate ways for a number of years after university, and by some miraculous coincidence both ended up in Halifax in 2011, each pregnant with our first and only children. We then got to share the amazing experience of becoming parents, each in our own way. Thanks, Jen, for being such a delightful and true friend for all those years. To Fliss Floss, I can already see your mom's wit and charm growing in you, in your own way. I hope that you can understand and feel how much she loved you, and enjoyed watching you grow and discover life. She was gone too soon, but she lived well. Rest in peace, Jen.
