Dear Mr. & Mrs. Morgenstern,
It is so difficult for me to believe
and understand what has happened. Nancy was this amazing person
who came into our lives
years ago. I don’t quite recall how we all became such great
friends; it was such an easy friendship. We lived in different
states and had different life styles. It was so easy to keep in
touch; even though we would go maybe a month without talking. It
was no problem getting caught up and talking about when she was
coming out again.
Here in Snowmass, we are a bunch of
people from all over the world. Our careers are providing happy
family holidays and
therefore spending most of our holidays away from our own families.
We have “orphan” Thanksgiving dinners, we have -pumpkin-cutting
parties, and we go Christmas tree-cutting in the nighttime woods
with our snow boots, headlamps, and hot chocolate. We do anything
else to entertain ourselves during the festive seasons. The people
you meet that come and go become sort of your second family. Nancy
quickly became a part of this family.
She would show up with her rolling
suitcase and skis, her big brown eyes that would disappear when
she smiled. Nancy was
guest that would arrive and always bring her own food, never short
a chocolate babka for her friends. We’d laugh because it
kind of defeated the purpose of “dinner guest.” It
was actually the company and conversation we really wanted most
We shared with Nancy the life we all
live in our little ski town and she taught us about her life
and her religion; they
hand in hand. Something we all knew nothing about, as Nancy enlightened
us to this.
We had different lives when it came
to our traditions and beliefs but none of this seemed to matter,
we were all just friends with
the same interests and dreams. Having these differences just kept
it educational and interesting.
She would celebrate our Christmas
tree-cutting tradition, al-though for her it was just being outdoors
walking through the woods in
the snow with friends. And we would all agree to walk on that Friday
night instead of taking the shuttle, celebrating her Sabbath—although
for us this was just a great reason to walk and take in the night
Nancy loved the mountains and often
talked about packing up and moving to Snowmass, but we all knew
her life was in the city and
she loved being close to her family. Her new passion was cycling,
and I know the friends here had a bit of an influence on this newfound
love. Nancy began packing her bike out to Colorado instead of her
We said goodbye to Nancy on her last
visit as we crossed paths one night. Nancy knew she was always
welcome whether we could be
there or not. She arrived with Graham and Martin, her new cycling
friends, and the next day we left her the house key and went on
our way out the door to Europe. She was all dressed in her cycling
gear, gave me a great big hug, and wished us safe travels.
Nancy shared our wedding day, birthday
dinners, ski days, and mountain parties. We would talk about
future trips, like Moab
or even Israel,
I was sure we would’ve all fulfilled in time. Nancy was simply
a pleasure and no fuss. She had become part of our lives and she
will never be forgotten. She brought us all a gift of love and
friendship that will never go away. The speed with which she was
quickly taken away from us reminds us all to always hug your friends
and family and wish them safe travels whether they are going—to
Europe or to work.
I know in my own beliefs that Nancy
and I will meet up again, another life, another ski hill.
Thanks to her for being our friend,
you are forever in our memories . . . Beautiful.