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My friend Jennefer last Friday gave a eulogy for a second younger sister.  There were three sisters, all having names starting with “J” and they were called J 1, J 2, J 3.  Jennefer is J 1.    I was a toddler when my sister died so I do not have any way to relate to her grief, except it must be very lonely and grief filled.  The title came because she loves rainbows….and I did a painting recently of a double rainbow she caught in a photo.

Some day I’ll write a longer piece about why we sign our names to each other Jfef, for Jeff, her nickname, and Sgigi for Siggi, my nickname.

Jennifer Hennessy 11:12am Aug 23
Wow, all I can say is truly awesome, really, I am without words. It just so fits. And my eyes are leaking but…/w a smile…rainbow tears, you know. thank-you. That means a lot. I’m going to frame it.. And it makes me feel better, I think she just had such a struggle these past couple of years/w anger, sadness and anxiety and health that I just wish she had let us help. That’s what makes me sad. A truly wonderful gift from a truly wonderful friend.

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RAINBOW TEARS

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3 J’s

Jennifer
Julie
Jeannette.
An awesome trio
of personality, joy
and loyalty.
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2 J’s
then there was 2
No joy in mudville.
But two J’s  persevered
and lived with joy 
in J 2’s memory,
loyal to each other
and their families.
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1 J
then there was 1.
Sadness in the world…
joy was gone,
survivors clung to each other
in memory of J3
now gone.
A son to carry on
and remind them of 
the joy she spread.
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3 J’s
The memory
of the J’s lingers
in those who
remember
and the one J left
to carry on in their
stead.
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2 J’s
Never forgotten,
always remembered,
thru the tribulations,
outgoing,
joyful, and loyal.
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1 J
Jfef…
heartbroken,
lost without her sisters,
remembering 
the good times
outweigh the others,
persevering
to keep the good memories
alive in her heart and soul,
and of those who loved them
too.
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Monhegan calls my name
island beauty beyond belief
a step back in time.
No cars, no taxi's,
no gas stations !
(take your garbage home with you,
no garbage pickup here...)
quaint fishing village,
working fishermen live/work here,
artists flock to paint the sites,
young girls making jewelry from bits of sea glass,
fresh sea air refreshes,
My soul calls Monhegan's name.
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