DISCLAIMER: I am not implying Jennifer is a legend.
With that being said, I believe there is something almost profound and overwhelming about dying young, and how it will forever effect that persons memory for their family and friends. I also think that how the person passes also plays a huge role on how they are remembered.
Take a moment, and think about Jennifer. What comes to mind? How are you remembering Niff?
I think it is safe to say that you are remembering her in her prime; smiling, laughing, and having fun. I bet she is dressed in jeans and a crazy top, her hair blonde, and either with a poof, or in a pony tail. I bet she has on some ghetto-fabulous sneakers, uggs or flip flops.
Am I right? Did I guess how you remembered Jen?
The thing is, even when we’re all old, have grand-kids and gray hair, we will still remember Jennifer as a beautiful, happy 18 year old girl. In a way, she has been preserved in our minds as, what I feel, she would want us to remember her as.
When my Nanny passed away in February, she was 94 years old, and had been sick for a while. After her funeral, my memories of her were happy ones, but she was always an old lady with gray curly hair, or when she was starting to get sick and fade away. But when I think of Jen, I think of her as young, beautiful, and being her fun-loving self.
I’m afraid I am not fully explaining myself correctly, because hell, I am not ever sure what I want to say. All I know is that I am almost thankful that my memory of my sister will always be of a pretty 18 year old, who is always happy and smiling. Even when I’m old, my little sister will always be 18.