Jennifer, Ms. Jennifer, Jenny, Aunt Jenn, Homie, Billy, Jenn, no matter what name you called her, she would do anything and more for you. 

Jennifer.  Beautiful, caring, strong, smart, supportive, funny, stylish - the girl loved her clothes, shoes and accessories and the brighter the better, selfless, and fought to live life, despite what life, seemingly unfairly and frequently, threw at her.  The only thing Jennifer would do for herself, a true passion and love for her, was going to see Elton John.  She traveled to different states to attend his concerts, seeing him, I think like 50 times.  She went to various charity events he would hold, like tennis matches with other celebrities, even having a brief interaction with him, which was beyond a highlight in her life.  Her favorite song was Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding, if you haven't heard it, give it a listen for her.  

Ms. Jennifer.

She lived life for others, whether it be a lifetime of actively and fervently serving people in the greatest need at their most vulnerable through her years of social work, volunteering at various shelters after work, or spotting strangers in need on vacation in other countries and handing them pocket money.  Most recently I was told Ms. Jennifer fought for changes at work like accessible doors, more for the patients than for herself I was told, and fixing walls that were paper thin because patient confidentiality and doing anything and everything she could to make life better for her clients was of the upmost importance.  She didn't do this by posting on social media, she did these things, and so, so much more, by actively doing them.  She saved countless lives and that's the truth.  She was a private person, she didn't want accolades for the work she did, but the mountain tops should ring out because she deserves it.  She dedicated her life to her clients, the ones society throws away, and my admiration, love, and respect for her is above all.  

Jenny. 

Jenny was her name growing up.  Many people that know her from her early days in Linglestown know her as Jenny.  I think she liked growing up in a small town, playing softball, singing in the choir, girl scouts, roller-skating, youth group at Christ Lutheran Evangelical and more, but once she moved to Philly to attend Temple University, then to New Orleans to get her master's at Tulane, she preferred city life, ending up in Alexandria, VA for the past 20 years. In fact, she moved from New Orleans one week before Hurricane Katrina, where her old apartment was completely under water.  One time life gave her a break and knew she was needed elsewhere.  

Aunt Jenn.

From Heather:  You were the best aunt EVER in the history of existence. Because u would always call me, hang out with me you would do everything with that you could do. I will always LOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU FOR EVERRR.

She was an aunt for two beautiful nieces, Lila and Heather, whom she loved like her own daughters.  Christmas, birthdays, Valentine's Day, etc. were busy days for Amazon.  (As I received my sister's remains, just yesterday, our mail lady asked if she was the one who sent all the boxes to Lila).   She showered gifts on her nieces.  Hell, I think Lila got a package full of 4th of July stuff once.  The gifts were fun, silly and thoughtful, but her love was much more.  I've never seen her happier than when she was with Lila.  Aunt Jenn got to hold her before I did after she was born, and she loved reminding me of that.  She started a tradition at work by always beginning her meetings with a 'Lila update'.  Heather was a happy edition several years later.  Even though she wasn't able to see my stepsons, Christopher and Zachary, as much growing up, she loved them both and always asked about how they were doing, and when is Zach coming home for a visit, because she knew how much I looked forward to it.  She helped start a scholarship in Christopher's name after he passed, donating to it every year on his birthday.  

Homie.   (From our brother, Chris) 

30+ years ago Jen and I were in a thrift shop and saw a t-shirt that said, “Take a little time to think about your dead homies.” I bought that shirt and still have it. We started jokingly calling each other "Homie" after that.

What started as a dark joke between us became our nicknames for each other. Our conversations would end with “Love ya Homie.” By both of us.  That’s a small example of how Jen was.  She would take something that wasn’t great or downright bad and make it better.  That’s how she lived her life. Just making things better.  I miss my Homie.  

Love ya Homie.  Rest well.

Billy. ('We Don't Have Many Days' a poem written by Lila)

 We don’t have many days,

But she chose to spend hers loving me. 

Why spend the happiness you could give yourself  

On someone whose days are just as numbered as your own?

We don’t have many days,

And the same holds true for me.

That fact is forgotten in my life that I do not realize is fleeting,

Life that is a gift, that is to be treasured, as she was.

We don’t have many days,

And I wish I could have asked before they were over,

Why, if beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

Could that which is beheld not believe so?

We don’t have many days,

But days turn into memories, which last —

Memories of a name shared by us both, despite our persistent denial.

Memories of the happiest days of my life.

We don’t have many days,

And though this fact has struck too soon,

The fleeting days that will burn as memories

Will be prolonged, for as long as they are remembered.

We don’t have many days,

But I am grateful that mine were spent with her.

Jenn. 

My sister.  I love and admire my sister, and I can't think of anyone remotely like her.  She loved me unconditionally and that is rare.  She was the best of us.  I owe so much to her.  She, quite literally, gave my family and I the world.   I have many stories about Jenn, but there will never be enough.  Luf ooo

Family grieving for her in this life are Lucinda, Chris, Lila, Zach Hughes, Chris, Sarah, Heather Miller and extended family Charles Cain, Chuck Cain and family, and Delia Cain.  Loving and holding her in the next, mom, Florence Miller.  

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