<div dir="ltr">Try as they might.. they could not erase all of her.. This was taken from the website of the funeral home.<br><br><a href="http://www.magicvalleyfuneralhome.com/memsol.cgi?page=stories&user_id=1435181">http://www.magicvalleyfuneralhome.com/memsol.cgi?page=stories&user_id=1435181</a><br><br><b>JENNIFER </b><i>
<br>Posted: October 19, 2014 | Last Revised: October 19, 2014</i>
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I met Jennifer in April of 2014. I knew her for such a short time, yet it was amazing how deeply I came to care about her.
<br><br>At first, she just needed a roommate and I needed a place to go. We
had coffee at a local Starbucks, which is where many of her friends had
come to meet her A few hours later, we were friends and I began to move
in. Something I noticed almost immediately about her was how kind and
outgoing she was toward others. She always stopped to say hi and speak
with the barista at the cafe, the cashier at the grocery store, the
waiter at the restaurant. I think she felt like the people she talked to
were under-appreciated, ignored, and disrespected, which reflected how
she felt people thought of her.
<br><br>The apartment we shared...well honestly it was the crappiest
apartment I had ever seen. It was dirty and was falling apart. But we
cleaned it up, and it became a home.
<br><br>I lived there for four months, give or take a few days. During that
time, I watched and heard Jennifer struggle in her life battle. She
struggled with fitting in, feeling unworthy and ugly, being outcast by
family and people she though were her friends along with beautiful
strangers because she chose to be who she thought she was meant to be.
She struggled with demons that were inside her long before she was
Jennifer.
<br><br>In June, she was in a car accident that nearly claimed her life. If
she wasn't wearing a seat belt, she probably would have been ejected
from the car and died then. After that time, things became even worse
for her. She was in a lot of pain from her accident, along with heavy
new emotional pain that began to manifest. It weighed her down a lot.
She already suffered immensely before.
<br><br>I shared my car with her, which both brought us closer and tore us
apart. She began to cry for help more and more. It was help I
regrettably could not give her.
<br><br>The Fourth of July of that year was one of my fondest memories of
her. After all the churning water surrounding us, we had a moment of
peace. We made pizza and watched our favorite TV show- Supernatural-
then waited until the sun went down. We watched the fireworks from the
parking lot of our ramshackle apartment, sitting on the back of my Neon
and talking about what we would do with our lives in the future. She
wanted so much to be an actress, go to Portland, and meet someone to
share the rest of her life with. She wanted her family to be proud of
her and love her again and her friends to become closer to her. She was
regretful she didn't try harder to be what people wanted.
<br><br>I have my own regrets. I am regretful that I didn't stay with her
and try to help her through the toughest of times. I am regretful I
didn't reach out and apologize after I moved away from that dingy
apartment. I feel such sorrow that she didn't get to experience the
plans she had made for the rest of her life because of her sudden
passing, but at the same time I'm glad. She is at peace now after she
trudged through the knee-high shit life threw at her. I truly hope you
rest in peace, Jennifer Adriana Gable. You inspired me to be a better
person; because of you I was inspired to pursue a handful of things I
love. You won't know how much you have touched my life. You were a
sister to me the short time I knew you and you'll always have a place in
my heart.
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<div><div dir="ltr">'Friends of a transgender woman who passed away unexpectedly at the age
of 32 were horrified to see her dressed and presented as a man for her
open-casket funeral.'<div style="overflow:hidden;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(255,255,255);text-align:left;text-decoration:none;border:medium none"><br><a style="color:#003399" href="http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2014/nov/23/friends-of-dead-transgender-woman-horrified-when-s/#ixzz3K1r9rjgU" target="_blank">http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2014/nov/23/friends-of-dead-transgender-woman-horrified-when-s/#ixzz3K1r9rjgU</a>
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