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Dear Rabbi Dimarsky and family: I don't know if you remember me from your wedding, but Sherry and I were very close friends in high school. At your wedding, I saw such joy and now I feel such sadness. But I am recalling all of the days, full of laughter and wit, which I was privileged to share with Sherry back then. We "created" a utopian society where everyone's first name had to rhyme with their last, and so Sherry named me Mavis. I simply couldn't come up with anything to rhyme with Berliner. Mavis Davis stuck with me for years. I hope that the smiling memories your family has of Sherry bring you some measure of comfort. If there is anything at all I can do in these difficult days, please let me know. |
