For all practical purposes, it's just another date.
June 26 in the secular calendar, 2 Tammuz in the Hebrew calendar.
2 Tammuz is Thursday (June 21). And for the 14th year in a row, I’ll take time to remember Lynn.
Lynn was a friend and mentor – and more. When she was a senior in high school, and I in eighth grade, she suggested I consider participating in journalism in high school. It sounded intriguing so as an eighth grader, I had the chance to work on the high school paper.
It went well and for the four years I was in high school, I was in journalism and when I had a question, I not only asked a question, I asked my teacher and called Lynn. We didn’t have email or texting back then.
Throughout college I kept in touch with Lynn and once I was graduated and entered the professional world I kept in touch.
It was a challenge. Not for me professionally, but Lynn personally. A bummer of a marriage made her a single parent. Always the fighter she did what she could to take care of her kids. I helped when I could – I felt there was an obligation to help out. It could be something as simple as just calling her and talking to her, or maybe going to her apartment to make repairs or hang pictures.
You do that for those you care for.
Then came the night of June 16, 1998. I got a call from one her sons. Lynn had been out with friends, felt a sudden headache and passed out.
Neurological aneurysms will do that to a person.
I helped her son the best I could. The one favor was to call Lynn’s mom. No one should have to call a parent to do tell them their child may be dying.
I was able to rearrange my schedule and travel with Lynn’s mom to LA to be at Lynn’s side.
Lynn the fighter hung on for 10 days. But that was it. At age 50 she was gone.
And so for the 14th year in a row, I’ll go to synagogue to “say kaddish” to remember my mentor and my friend.
But most importantly, my sister.
It has been 14 years and I have learned that it does not get any easier. Just less difficult.