CJ lived with us while she was adjusting to life in Seattle. As "payment" she became our middle daughter, Taylor's homework coach. She did this in between looking for a job and a permanent place to stay. She was my sister's best friend, so when Jenn asked us if CJ could live in our basement apartment, I of course said yes. CJ was such a bright light and sunny personality. I remember walking in on one of her tutoring sessions with Taylor one day, only to find the two of them engaged in Salsa lessons--a far cry from the boring geometry she was supposed to be helping with... That was CJ, though. Always willing to try something new and lend a helping hand. I didn't know her well, but I know that my sister considered her among her best friends. I will never forget the call I took from Jenn last Monday, telling me of CJs tragic death...I don't think I've ever heard that kind of sorrow come from someone-- I am sorry Jenn for your loss. I pray for you all this weekend, as you celebrate CJ and bury her body--but never her memory.