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Janurary
21, 2000
Peeeee…that’s
how Jascha would say my name. It was a deep long sound. He took
about 3 Seconds to get it out. I hear it sometimes…I smile.
I met
Jascha through Aria or Rachel, I don’t know which of you to thank but
he was on his way home from Colorado. It was Chicago’s scorching hot
summer of ’95. A group of us hung out for a bit. We’d all sit around
crammed into “Katz’s” little room. It was the only room in the
apartment with an air conditioner. Jascha would tell stories and we’d
all laugh and laugh. Caught up in the moment we convinced him to move to
“the city on the lake”. That didn’t happen, but from that short
time of laughter, a silly, wild, caring, fun friendship
grew.
It’s
not common that those friendships last. Jascha had the rare ability to
maintain friendships, always expressing their value. Our conversations
were filled with laughter, a constant exchange of compliments. I love
his name so whenever we’d talk or email I’d use it as much as
possible. He’d always laugh. I needn’t share how special I felt with
him. It’s a feeling you just had whenever you were with him. Jascha
had a fantastic way of making your imperfections seem not just o.k. but
actually cool.
Jascha
Jascha Jascha every time I think about you, no matter where I am when
you pop into my mind, I shake my head and smile. What an
exceptional quality, to always be remembered with a smile.
I miss
you.
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