tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521243317680469666.post8014526839116454498..comments2016-05-12T21:48:30.350-07:00Comments on When Pigs Fly: Coping with the Stages of Grief: DenialUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521243317680469666.post-78473268212249522872012-06-17T18:58:40.357-07:002012-06-17T18:58:40.357-07:00I had the opportunity to get to know Jenna during ...I had the opportunity to get to know Jenna during our VIDA trip to Guatemala. We were roommates for a few nights which gave me the chance to get to know her and share our amazing VIDA experience. I always remember Jenna when she was watching the final Packers game of the season. It was a very cheap hotel with a tiny tv that got awful reception. Jenna was glued to the tv intently watching the game. When the Packers lost I was actually concerned she might start crying. She could hardly look at the tv. Jenna's spirit was something I will never forget. I went on my trip not knowing anyone, but quickly became friends with her. I am so thankful for the opportunity to get to know her, even if it was for a short time. Her memory will be forever with me, especially on my next VIDA trip.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521243317680469666.post-78716070277944539142012-06-06T19:50:48.408-07:002012-06-06T19:50:48.408-07:00When I think of Jenna I see her coming up the stai...When I think of Jenna I see her coming up the stairs, (or down depending on which house I'm remembering) dressed to the nine's in something new, hair all straightened and beautified, eyelashes long and curled, and smelling of some delicious perfume. She's saying, "doesn't this outfit look cute", and I, of course, agree, then she flits off for the evening. But only after I make her hug me. MomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com