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The best way I can describe Jane is, a hard-nosed woman who had a heart of gold and a brilliant mind. Anyone who knew Jane would never describe her as normal, but I think that’s what made her so special. I won’t say that Jane and I hit it off when we first met, but after a few chance meetings, we grew on each other. Jane and I lived together a couple of time throughout our friendship. A few things about what it’s like to live with her, 1) there was never a dull moment 2) you were never in need of a Koozie and 3) your laundry was always done, but make sure you clean out your pockets before she gets to it.
Jane was a lot of things to many people. Hell, she was a lot of things just to me. Early in our friendship she was my drinking buddy, later in life she was my sounding board, my carpool buddy so I could make a 6:00 softball games in Huntington from Rancho Cucamonga, she was a mentor, but more than anything she was ALWAYS my friend.

I remember one time when we were at a poker party and we were drinking. A friend of ours had two tickets to go see The Indigo Girls at the O.C Fair that same night. I don’t know why we said yes because I had no business being in public never mind at a Fair. We made it to the concert just in time to grab drinks and enjoy the concert. Well, if I wasn’t intoxicated before the concert I definitely was after. Once the concert was over we head to the gate to leave. Imagine walking through the O.C. Fair with 100’s of lesbians and a drunk me. Not fun for whoever was “in charge.” As we walked through the crowd apparently I kept wondering off so Jane took my sweatshirt tied it to me and then tied it to herself, like those children with the backpack leashes. This seemed to fix the problem for the moment until I saw the cotton candy. Jane, as most of you know, was a bit frugal, so spending $10 on cotton candy was absolutely preposterous. But I insisted. Jane finally relented and said okay. She walked me over to the side to be out of the way of the crowd and she told me, I will get you cotton candy but you have to wait right here and not move. I agreed. I saw Jane make her way through the crowd to the cotton candy stand. When she came back she handed me a wad of cotton candy that had been wrapped around her hand and said, “Here’s your damn cotton candy. Let’s go.” I asked her if they were out of the sticks. Her response, “No, I told them that I had never tasted cotton candy and asked if I could have a sample. You asked for cotton candy, not a stick. Let’s go!”

One last thing, when Cat and Jane started hanging, it raised more than a couple of eyebrows; including my own. Not because either one was a bad person, but together…? They were so similar or so opposite or something. As the years went on, they took care of each other in different ways and neither wanted for anything. It worked. When Jane first got sick, I was concerned that Cat wouldn’t be able to handle everything going on with Jane and juggling work and taking care of the house, but she did. My concerns quickly faded and I could not have asked for a better person to be by her side and to be the one holding her hand until the end. I love you Kitten!

I will miss my friend but the memories I have of her will live with me forever.