Here is what I said at the celebration. It was so good so see everyone and share memories.
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Jen was so organized and such a planner, I’m kind of surprised that she didn’t have something written down for me for today.
Jen wanted a celebration, not a gloomy funeral, so feel free to laugh at my dumb jokes.
It means a lot to see so many familiar faces here, gathered to celebrate Jen. I've known some of the people here for over 30 years. It’s hard to believe that college was that long ago. For those who don’t know me, I’m Steve. I’ve been friends with Jen since 1989.
I met Jen in our senior year of college at UCSD but didn’t really know her that well until we graduated. We both got hired by a Xerox-funded venture called XSoft. The day after graduation we got on a plane together from San Diego to a training center in VA and we talked the whole way across country. That’s where I first heard about her freshman dorm “G House” and the cast of characters that defined her time at UCSD. She made a ton of life-long friends in that crew, some of whom I later got to be friends with too. While G House scattered across the globe after graduation, there were plenty of reunions. Skiing, camping...I remember most but not all of a week in Bermuda where JP hosted a bunch of us from the states. We got around the island by boat and scooter. The boats were awesome, but the scooters were a bad idea. I think Bob Siverson crashed a scooter into Jen and me. Or maybe she crashed into me and him. Or maybe the three of us just tripped over a scooter that was parked outside a bar. I don’t know, one way or another I’m pretty sure I remember us on the ground with a scooter on top of us. Over the years, she told me tons of stories about G House, and a lot of those people ended up being in her life for decades.
Karen Hery was one of her closest friends during this time and she shared a couple of stories with me about Jen during college. One was how young Jen looked for her age back then. One night senior year they were hanging out down at Mission Beach when they were approached by the police, not because the officers thought they were drinking underage but because they thought Jen was a minor out after curfew. She was 21. Another time, Jen was walking in Del Mar to catch local transit to campus when a big yellow school bus pulled up beside her because the driver thought she was a middle schooler who had missed her ride.
For those first 5 years after college, Jen and I worked together at XSoft. It was a tech start-up atmosphere before such things were trendy, and we learned a ton about software engineering and management from amazing mentors like Don Vale and Jim Hamerly. We worked long hours, but mostly I remember the great friends we made there and all the fun things we did. Camping, skiing, volleyball, concerts, pub crawls.
We went separate ways professionally after XSoft, but we stayed deeply involved in each other’s careers and lives. She switched from engineering to marketing for Expersoft, then web development at Cyberworks, before finally finding a home at Intuit where she was an engineering manager for 23 years. She always had great advice for me as I succeeded and failed at a couple of start-ups. She’d nudge me once in a while to work with her at Intuit, and I actually did end up there for a year between gigs. The best part of that year was seeing up close the career she built for herself, and how she had won the respect of a huge organization within a wildly successful company filled with some of the smartest engineers in the industry. She fit right in. Jen was brilliant.
Jen was also fearless. She valued experiences over stuff, and she sought out adventure wherever she could. Want to go scuba diving in Hawaii? Sure, sign me up for scuba lessons. What would it be like to backpack from TJ to Cabo? Let's find out...when do we leave? My company just bought 2 Segways, what do we do with them? Let's have a jousting tournament! I have a picture of Jen petting a CA Gray whale that's 4 times the size of the little ponga we're sitting in, out in the middle of a bay in the middle of nowhere Mexico. She ran marathons. She and Kori ran a crazy 200 mile 24 hour relay race from Calistoga to Santa Cruz together. She bungeed out of a hot air balloon. She did a 50 mile bike race from Rosarito to Ensenada. She was bad-ass.
I do know one thing she was afraid of...moray eels. We were on a live-aboard, a scuba diving boat that you literally live on for a week, diving in Australia at the Great Barrier Reef. There was this one spot where they told us a large moray eel had gotten used to people and would frequently be seen swimming among the divers. This scared the crap out of her. She had no issues with sharks, we saw plenty of those. But the idea of an eel outside its cave swimming around with us all free, wiggly, and exposed…that was way outside her comfort zone. Well, we were diving together near that spot when I heard her scream. That’s right, I actually heard her scream through her regulator underwater. Something had bit her on the arm and she was sure she was getting eaten by a giant eel. I was behind her, so I saw that it was just an uppity little triggerfish, about the size of my fist. The bite didn't even break the skin. I laughed so hard I nearly drowned. Jen was a great diver. I could tell you stories about diving with turtles and sharks in Hawaii, dolphins and penguins in New Zealand, cuttlefish and manta rays in Australia.
We did a lot of cool things together in our 20s.. While we were having all that fun, we were also figuring out what the hell it meant to be an adult. She was determined to plot an intentional course through life. She experimented, researched, was always moving forward and improving herself, and challenging me to do the same. And oh my god, there were books. So many books. On relationships, on career, on tech, on investing, on spirituality, on fitness, on travel. I did my best to keep up.
Oh yeah, and there was a psychic. I don't remember the details, but there was definitely a psychic that one time. I think that was to figure out if the guy she was dating was a keeper or not. Spoiler alert, he wasn’t.
Two more things about Jen: She loved animals and she had a great sense of humor. A good example of both of these things is when she adopted her shepard-mix dog “Cookie” from the shelter not knowing at the time that sweet Cookie was the devil incarnate. Whenever strangers would pass by this snarling, hateful pup they would ask “What kind of dog is THAT” and Jen would reply with a deadpan voice “A chihote. Half chihuahua and half coyote” and then would smugly walk away leaving the other person with the most bewildered expression on their face.
Despite all the time we spent together and all the things we had in common, we never dated. But we talked about dating other people a lot. What to look for in a person, how to meet them, what to do once we found them. How one of us was totally screwing up by dating this person or that person who didn’t fit the criteria we’d agreed were important.
Lucky for me, Jen liked Kori from day one. They were both smart, funny, and adventurous. They bonded instantly. Jen immediately made Kori feel like one of the gang, and they built a beautiful friendship. I remember a party at my house, early in my relationship with Kori, where Jen pulled me outside to tell me Kori was special, and that I better not screw it up.
Things worked out the same way in reverse, but it took just a little longer. I wish I had some great story about when I met Brad for the first time, but honestly, I’m old and my memory sucks. I think we just all went out to a bar in PB and I don’t remember the details at all. But I do remember the exact moment when I knew Brad was the right guy for Jen. Brad, Jen, Karen, Baby Emily, Kori and I were on a ski trip together, staying at Karen’s cabin in Truckee. Jen took a bad fall off of a sled and hit her head on the ice. We got her to the hospital, and they needed to keep her there for a few days. I was trying to figure out logistics so I could stay with her at the hospital...how to get time off of work, how to change flights, how to get a place to stay, all that. Brad took me aside and just said, “I got this. I’ll make sure she’s ok, and I’ll call you every day with updates.” He took charge, made sure she had the best care, and got her home safely. I had no idea at the time that this was foreshadowing the amazing care and support Brad would provide to Jen over the rest of her life. They built a 23 year marriage that was an inspiration for the rest of us.
We all ended up doing so much together. We were in each other’s weddings. In fact, Jen put on a tux and was one of my groom’s men. We were there for each other’s baby showers. We were among the first to meet each others’ kids when they were born. We went to all of each others’ parties. Nobody and I mean NOBODY could put on a Halloween party like The Creagers. And of course, we traveled a lot together in those years.
Jen saved Kori’s life on one of those trips. We were vacationing together on the Big Island in Hawaii in 2006...Jen & Brad, me & Kori, Diane and Dave Masser-Frye and all of our kids.. Jen and Kori were out on a morning run together when a monster 6.7 earthquake hit. They were running next to a big stone wall, and a giant boulder came crashing down. Jen pushed Kori off the trail to safety. They made it back to our condo safely, and we spent the rest of the day at the top of the tallest hill in the area, eating donuts, riding out aftershocks, and waiting for a tsunami that thankfully never came.
As the years went by the Clarks moved to the coast and The Creagers moved to Scripps Ranch. We grew apart by miles but not by closeness. This next stage in Jen’s life was her most important one yet. It was motherhood, and she OWNED this role. Watching her balance career, marriage, and parenting was amazing. She and Brad put so much of their lives into their girls, and especially the Irish dance community. They traveled the world for competitions. She loved Cadi and Delaney with her whole heart and couldn’t have been more proud of them both.
I don’t want to talk much about the cancer that took Jen from us, other than to say she approached it in classic Jen style. She was fearless. She did the research, she experimented with different therapies, she added the CLL community as a new circle of friends in addition to her many other communities, and they were lucky to have her. She balanced the new role of “patient” with her priorities as co-worker, friend, sister, wife, and mother. She did not lie down and take her diagnoses as the end to the joyous part of her life. She fought tooth and nail in true Jen fashion to get the exact right treatments and care she needed. She did not waste any of the precious time she earned. She traveled, spent time with those she loved, and tied up all the loose ends she could.
Jen’s story isn’t done yet. I will still feel her influence all the time. Whenever I have a big decision to make, I will talk to Jen about it. She’s still a great listener. She will still ask all the right questions. She will still help me think twice before I do something dumb, and will encourage me to learn and grow and seek adventure wherever I can.