| January
        4, 2000
         Dear
        Mr. & Mrs. Gelman, 
        I am
        writing this letter to you as someone who did not know Jascha personally
        but knew of him through my sister, Susan. I have heard many
        "Jascha" stories over the past several years - funny things he
        said and did - he always made Susan laugh like no other person could.
        She even played some of the funny messages he left on her answering
        machine. I have heard about Jascha since Susan was young - after all,
        they were in Kindergarten together.   
        I will
        never forget the night Jascha died. I was working and my husband paged
        me. I called him back and he said that he had some bad news - Susan's
        good friend Joshua had died in a car accident. "Joshua who?" I
        asked. Then I thought, "Oh God, please let it not be Jascha".
        I called Susan on her cell phone - she confirmed the worst - Jascha had
        died. Just two days before, I called Susan and she had to cut the
        conversation short because she was going to have pizza with Jascha at
        his new place. I couldn't sleep that night and the next morning I woke
        up at 6 a.m. and just sobbed for Susan's loss. I could only imagine what
        both of you were going through at that time.   
        I was
        in Michigan over the Christmas Holiday and my mother, sisters, niece and
        I tried to visit Jascha's grave but the cemetery was closed on Christmas
        Day.  We would drive by a sports bar and Susan would say,
        "Jascha loved watching sports there because there were so many
        televisions that he could watch all of the different games at the same
        time". Or while eating Buddy's Pizza, "Jascha loved Buddy's
        pizza". I could sense Susan's loss of  a dear dear friend. She
        cried and said how much she missed him.   
        I told
        her that Jascha is in a better place making tons of new friends and
        having the time of his life.  I also reminded her that Jascha would
        NOT want her to be like this - he would yell at her for being so
        sad.  She agreed.   
        No one
        is promised tomorrow, I can only hope to live my life as Jascha did -
        with no regrets and unadulterated passion. His zest and appreciation for
        life is something I am learning to incorporate in my everyday life. You
        were truly blessed to have a son like Jascha. Hearing stories and
        reading the letters on his website show what a phenomenal person he was
        and what joy he brought to so many. I tell Susan she was so lucky to
        have Jascha as a friend, the memories she has will last her a lifetime. 
        Sincerely, 
        Julie
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