In high school, Jeanne was a cute and effervescent cheerleader, and I was a reticent flutist in the marching band. Our different social groups would disallow our paths to cross naturally; however, as fate would have it, we found ourselves working side-by-side and growing our friendship in Mr. Frutani’s English class.
We went from sharing a class to living in different cities, states, and even countries; despite the miles in between, we only grew closer. She became my long-distance cheerleader, my over-the-phone confidant, and my face-to-face friend who always had the confetti to celebrate, or the tissues to have a good cry. All in all, Jeanne’s heart of gold, wisdom beyond years and courageous empathy has made all the difference for me.