In 1996 it was the best photo I had ever taken.
It was early morning and we were in the faire parking lot, preparing to perform at the Ohio Renaissance Festival. It was late summer/early fall, and the morning light cast golden hues on her skin and hair.
We were dating then, and we loved Star Wars, film, the faire, and Dungeons & Dragons.
In the years after dating, we became better and truer friends.
We have been friends for twenty-seven years. Our conversations throughout our lives have been a compass.
I received news of her passing from COVID complications today, the Fourth of July—the day her family traditionally watched the musical 1776, and which they introduced to me.
I mourn for her husband and children. I mourn for her father. I mourn for her family and friends.
As for me, she was part of our faire family. She was one of my gaming companions; she was Eladora Brea Le, last queen of the elves. She was a councilor and close friend in good times and bad, and I will miss Jenny for the rest of my life.
Of all the comrades that e’er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
They’d wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
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