Dear Suri & Hanie,
Over the past few months I have been
working very diligently at putting together an album and timeline
for you all about
Despite my frustrations and sadness, I have found comfort in
reminiscing with friends about the fun times we had with
I cannot help but think about what
Nancy has done for me. She was an incredible friend and motivator. “I
not part of her vocabulary; instead, she lived for the challenge.
Nancy shared her love for skiing and
took me out west where I learned to ski at twenty-five years
old. I didn’t see much of her
on the slopes, occasionally from the ski lift. We always looked
forward to the recaps of each other’s day.
one of the few times I did ski with Nancy and tried to keep up,
I ended up with a mouthful of loose teeth. However, without her,
I would not have made it out west to broaden my horizons, meet
good friends or discover my love of the snow-capped Rockies.
Nancy was a fabulous skier and I always told her that she had
watch out because one day I would ski as well as she could.
In the summer of 1995, Nancy ran the
Corporate Challenge with me. It was such a hot day that the race
was not clocked. Thanks
Nancy’s coaching, my time was quite impressive despite
the difficult conditions. I was also with Nancy when she considered
running the NYC Marathon. When she started to train I would run
with her in Central Park before work. The routine became a two-mile
run for me, just up to Sheep’s Meadow, at which point I
would stop and rest on one of the benches until Nancy ran down
Street and picked me up on her way home. Of course I brought
emergency money along for a taxi, just in case I couldn’t
make the run back with her. But she would never allow that!
To be Nancy’s friend, you had
to be creative and always on your toes. I would frequently get
calls about Cantor parties that
we had to attend and last minute trips she had planned out for
us. Making a flight by the skin of our teeth was very common.
Nancy was the most fearless person
I knew. Whether it was skiing down a double-black-diamond, snowboarding,
snow shoeing, jumping
off cliffs, hiking, and especially cycling, there was no doubt,
she was the leader of the pack. Her inner drive, determination,
and willpower were an enigma to me.
She was a caring roommate. Nancy made
sure I was eating right, always asked if I needed anything washed
and if I was sick in bed,
she would pick up my medicine. She also shared her annual box of
Godiva chocolate with me, which she guarded from everyone else.
She was a simple but good cook. Breakfast in bed was not unusual:
pancakes, French toast, and strawberry-banana fruit smoothies!
Harvey Wallbanger cake became Nancy’s special dessert that
ultimately became a favorite of the company that we frequently
entertained in our apartment. Chicken breast marinated in lemon
garlic sauce, then dipped in cornflake crumbs was Nancy’s
I will always remember Nancy’s
routines: doing her laundry, cleaning her closet, eating her
Kosher Market chicken dinner on
the floor of her room, going to the gym or cycling, and davening every morning in the dark living room before she left for work.
I realize that I probably spent more
time with Nancy than anyone else has. We lived together for eight
years, took vacations together,
celebrated holidays and Shabbat together, and stayed up till
all hours of the night, together.
Despite any frustrations Nancy may
have had, she was one of the happiest people I knew. She was
always laughing, laughing
she cried, and made us all cry with her. She shared so many of
her crazy stories with me. I know her favorite color, the boys
and men she liked, and all of the old high school and college
clothing in her closet, which she finally cleaned out.
I admired so many of Nancy’s
qualities. Nancy was the most direct person I knew. Her opinions
and beliefs were strong and
unwavering, her work ethic was like no other. She had grandiose
plans and dreams to start an Olympic cycling team for Israel. Because
of her determination in everything she did, especially her recent
mastery of cycling, I believe that she would have made her vision
a reality. Nancy had a craving for balance. She spoke often about
her struggle between work, religion, and cycling. By taking the
job at Cantor, Nancy was able to achieve the balance she so desired.