I'll never forget that moment for as long as I live. I was watching a Patriot's game (I think it was a critical game, but after I heard the news I didn't care and now can't even recollect what the game was) and I received a call from Pat Spencer. (She is senior warden of St. Paul's vestry, and was calling all vestry members, myself included.) She told me about the horrible accident and about Jenny, and I remember feeling disbelief. As I spoke to Pat on our portable phone, I moved into our living room for privacy and quiet. Then, after being told the only thing I could do at that point was pray, I hung up the phone. This may sound weird, but I then went to adjust a curtain tieback that wasn't hanging right -- it was like I was in denial and didn't want to leave the solace of my living room. I was hoping I could just push a pause button ..... Finally I went into the kitchen and told my husband, Paul, at which point we both started crying. It was especially hard to believe since we had just seen Sue and Jenny at the church breakfast a few hours before -- and Paul (who is a cook there) remember how Sue kept complimenting him on some new serving equipment.
I still relive that moment all the time. I guess I keep hoping for a different ending.