Dear Mr. and Mrs. Morgenstern,
My name is Jeanne Lefond and I worked
with Nancy at R&R/Tzell
Travel. Let me begin with the fact that I have wanted to write
to you for some time but found it too difficult. I think of Nancy
quite often remembering the time we worked together and the few
times we actually went out together. I wanted to tell you about
one of those times.
Our office went on a familiarization
trip to Miami where Nancy and I shared a room. Nancy had left
the office early with Joyce
and Marvelys and since I worked a later shift I wound up taking
a later flight. I arrived at the hotel and checked into the room.
As I walked into the bathroom, to my surprise there was a complete
chicken on ice in the bathtub. I then began to walk around the
room to find various types of food spread out on the bed and
counter. I asked Nancy, “Why is there a chicken on ice
in the bathtub?”
She then explained to me how when
they got to the hotel they walked around town to find a place
that sold kosher food and
when she got back to the room found out that the refrigerator
wasn’t working. “I see,” I said. This was the
first of many encounters that weekend that we all laughed about.
That night I was in the bathroom getting
ready to go out when the phone was ringing, and ringing, and
ringing. So I peeked
out to see Nancy very serenely sitting on the bed next to the
ringing phone. So I said, “Uh, Nancy, are you going to
pick up the phone?” to which she replied, non-plussed, “No.” So
without asking why I just picked up the phone to make our plans
for the night. Nancy then told me that she would meet me at the
elevator. I came out to meet her and as we were standing by the
elevator I realized that she hadn’t pushed the button.
So here I am asking myself, what’s going on? I said to
her, “You do realize that the button hasn’t been
pushed?” Smiling slightly she nodded her head yes. Now
let me stop here a minute and explain, if you haven’t noticed
already, that although I always knew that Nancy was an Orthodox
Jew I was not that familiar with the customs.
We wound up that night going to a
local place in the lobby. I would say we were there approximately
five minutes when Nancy
announced that she would like to go get some TCBY yogurt in one
of the lobby stores, she’s starving and has only had tuna
all day. Remember those days? Since we just arrived we said, “You
go and we’ll wait for you.” Nancy replied that someone
has to come with her. So I said I would go with her. When we
arrived at TCBY she told me that I would have to order. So we
both started laughing at this and we walked back, Nancy contentedly
eating her yogurt and me wondering when this whole thing would
come to an end.
The next day Nancy and I walked the
beach and boardwalk, etc. She then explained to me why I was
holding her shoes and why
we had to leave the light on in the bathroom at night. Which
by the way I don’t know how you get used to that one.
We then talked about the differences
in religions and how sometimes it was tough for her but that
she wouldn’t want to be anything
else. We talked about your daughter living in Israel and how
dangerous I thought it was while Nancy kind of just shrugged
her shoulders. Never imagining the horror of what was to happen
here at home.
While working with Nancy over the
years she let us know how she loved you both so much and wouldn’t
you be so happy if she would just marry, “a nice Jewish
boy.” How you,
Mr. Morgenstern, would give her your frequent flyer miles to
go skiing and let her borrow the car for her bike trips knowing
that you weren’t entirely thrilled with the whole idea.
And you, Mrs. Morgenstern, for whom she had the utmost respect
and loved wholeheartedly, showing us pictures of you skiing and
with her friends. I can only hope that as time passes that your
pain of losing Nancy has lessened. Even if it’s a millisecond
I will not forget her laugh that was
unique to her. Her work ethic. Her strong belief in her faith.
The things that made
Nancy . . . well . . . Nancy.
I apologize for waiting this long
to write this letter to you. I have written it many times in
my mind. Most of all I would
like to say I’m sorry for
With fond affection,