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Jenna Felice let me stay in her apartment when I got my first job in NYC.
That simple sentence encompasses Jenna's make-up. She hardly knew me, but she
was more than willing to put herself out to help someone else.
I wouldn't have made it out here without her help in those first scary months. Jenna continually marveled at how everyone in the universe except her was "so together, so calm..." and how we all were able to get our work done without freaking out. The difference between Jenna and the rest of us is that we were all only trying to do our jobs. Jenna wanted to do everything. She wanted to take care of everyone. She wanted to make life easier for all those around her no matter how much more difficult it made her own life. You see, she had this uncanny ability to know everything that needed to be done. Then, she proceeded to try and do it all. Read her essay about taking care of her mother. That's how she attacked everything she went into in life. Jenna wanted to know everything, do everything. I wish she had been given the chance to succeed. I think she could have. My biggest regret is that I never got to take Jenna to The University of Arizona dairy farms to play with the calves. We gave out cow stickers in her honor at Lunacon 2001 to those who were there that knew her. I wish she had been cognizant to see the amazing outpouring of love and respect for her during her final days. However, I know that she knows.
I miss her. There'll never be another like her.
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