Memories of Jennifer Lynn Oleksa

In memory of

Jennifer Lynn Oleksa

Clovis, CA

November 30, 1990 - February 15, 2022

Nov 30, 1990 - Feb 15, 2022

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Diane Skouti

I started working at the law school shortly before she graduated, but she was so kind and welcoming anyway. She remembered my name right away (rare because I took over for a beloved retiree in the position for 27 years) and acknowledged me as me, and not the previous person's replacement. Her presence was like a ray of sunshine and she truly made a difference in all she did. May you feel peace and comfort through your memories.

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Dana Charles

Katie Braden

Debra Pereira-Young

My deepest thoughts and prayers are with you during this difficult time. May God grant you strength to get through this and peace to know that Jenn is no longer suffering. I am so sorry that I will not be able to attend her celebration of life but please know that I am there in spirit. All my love to your entire family, Debbie Pereira-Young

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Dana Charles

Tim Whitfield

Katie Braden

Megan Henley

We simply don't have the words to express our deepest sense of grief for you and your family. We hope this poem shares just how much we believe that Jenn's life so positively impacted all around her in both small and massive ways. All our love. xx

When great trees fall, 
rocks on distant hills shudder, 
lions hunker down 
in tall grasses, 
and even elephants 
lumber after safety.  

When great trees fall 
in forests, 
small things recoil into silence, 
their senses 
eroded beyond fear.  

When great souls die, 
the air around us becomes 
light, rare, sterile. 
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly, 
see with 
a hurtful clarity. 
Our memory, suddenly sharpened, 
examines, 
gnaws on kind words 
unsaid, 
promised walks 
never taken. 

Great souls die and 
our reality, bound to 
them, takes leave of us. 
Our souls, 
dependent upon their 
nurture, 
now shrink, wizened. 
Our minds, formed 
and informed by their 
radiance, fall away. 
We are not so much maddened 
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold 
caves.  

And when great souls die, 
after a period peace blooms, 
slowly and always 
irregularly. Spaces fill 
with a kind of 
soothing electric vibration. 
Our senses, restored, never 
to be the same, whisper to us. 
They existed. They existed. 
We can be. Be and be 
better. For they existed.

― Maya Angelou

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