Franny, Mona's Best Friend, (from Mount Holyoke), US
October 18, 2016
Words cannot begin to describe how much I miss you. How much I want to text you every time I see something that reminds me of you. Every day I think of all the amazing memories we shared for the past six years. My mind cannot fully comprehend that you are gone. Your passing is so abrupt, so sudden, so shocking. I check my phone and read your messages over and over thinking you might respond. Your last words to me: “Yeah hopefully going home once I meet with the Dr. I love you too! MOHO strong <3”. Mount Holyoke Strong! To me you are strong, kind, compassionate, caring, loving, funny, friendly, smart, I can keep going on and on. You have touched so many people including me.
You were there for me when my parent’s separated. When I felt alone, you offered your place in Boston and I spent one of my best summers with my best friend. You taught me how to swim, I taught you how to dance, you taught me about Judaism, I taught you about Catholicism. We learned so much about each other like your favorite ice cream was What a Cluster from Ben & Jerry’s. Oh how much you loved ice cream! So many mornings I would wake up and you would say disappointingly, “Franny I ate all of the ice cream overnight but it was so good!” We had such an amazing summer. Remember our trip to Provincetown? The bike ride along the shore? Seeing one of our favorite drag queens from RuPaul’s Drag Race! I know that was our little secret we thought drag queens were so cool and funny. Oh and remember the drag show we went to in NYC! That was so much fun just like the many sleepovers at your place. You showed me the city like a true local. You told me where to get the best challah, and your favorite place to get pizza, and showed me the best museums. We shared our love for shopping by spending thousands of hours at L’Occitane and Sephora. I remember how much you loved the lavender products and your favorite perfume was the verbena perfume.
Mona, you introduced me to Judaism and changed my spirituality in ways not even the Catholic priest who I grew up with for years could ever do. My first Shabbat dinner was at your house. You taught me what a mezuzah was, why men wear kippahs, why it was important to fast on Yom Kippur and so much more. This past Yom Kippur during my first service I thought of you. My conversion will be in your honor. For your beautiful soul. I cherish every moment we had together and I feel so lucky and blessed to have known you.