Cheryl's death is a reminder for me that for everyone living at around our age and older, time passes by faster and faster. I think I saw Cheryl once since graduation. She has always been one of my favorite BHHS classmates since we attended Sunday school together at Temple Emmanuel. I'll always remember the way she still is in my mind, that bright-eyed young woman in her graduation photo.
I also posted this on the funeral home's website...
I am very saddened by Cheryl's untimely passing. I can't stop thinking about her. Cheryl and I had the great pleasure of knowing each other as classmates at Sunday School at Temple Emmanuel in Beverly Hills when we were growing up. She was that innocent kid with the wide eyes and gentle smile I've always thought of her as. I was the same. We recognized our gentle souls, although we couldn't put our finger on it then.
We were at Beverly High together, but didn't really connect other than say "Hi" in passing, if at all. We were still very shy. We also went to UCSB at the same time. We met each other by chance in 1982 on the Santa Monica Mall. I think we had lunch together at a Mexican fast food restaurant on the Mall We were both in life transition. I was planning to return to Israel where I had explored our roots the first time in 1980. And, Cheryl, I think, would end up in Minnesota soon.
Many years later, we connected again on the BHHS Class of 1968 website. She had posted a message in the Message Forum, and i was inspired to email her personally. That's when I found out her husband, a Vietnam vet, had recently passed from Agent Orange. I was surprised she had ended up in Minnesota. I always thought of her as a California girl. Well, I should talk. I ended up in Michigan! I met my wife in L.A., and we moved here in 1991 to get away from the La la-ness of La La Land.
it's funny how, though we may not spend much physical time with one another, you may know a classmate from childhood that, by your energies, you know, you have something shared together. I don't regret we never really became social friends. Somehow, that early connection remains pure.
I would really like to know how Cheryl passed. But, I guess, in the end, it doesn't really matter. She lives in my heart. I hope my message gives some measure of peace to the family.
David Reich
Cheryl's death is a reminder for me that for everyone living at around our age and older, time passes by faster and faster. I think I saw Cheryl once since graduation. She has always been one of my favorite BHHS classmates since we attended Sunday school together at Temple Emmanuel. I'll always remember the way she still is in my mind, that bright-eyed young woman in her graduation photo.
David Reich
I also posted this on the funeral home's website...
I am very saddened by Cheryl's untimely passing. I can't stop thinking about her. Cheryl and I had the great pleasure of knowing each other as classmates at Sunday School at Temple Emmanuel in Beverly Hills when we were growing up. She was that innocent kid with the wide eyes and gentle smile I've always thought of her as. I was the same. We recognized our gentle souls, although we couldn't put our finger on it then.
We were at Beverly High together, but didn't really connect other than say "Hi" in passing, if at all. We were still very shy. We also went to UCSB at the same time. We met each other by chance in 1982 on the Santa Monica Mall. I think we had lunch together at a Mexican fast food restaurant on the Mall We were both in life transition. I was planning to return to Israel where I had explored our roots the first time in 1980. And, Cheryl, I think, would end up in Minnesota soon.
Many years later, we connected again on the BHHS Class of 1968 website. She had posted a message in the Message Forum, and i was inspired to email her personally. That's when I found out her husband, a Vietnam vet, had recently passed from Agent Orange. I was surprised she had ended up in Minnesota. I always thought of her as a California girl. Well, I should talk. I ended up in Michigan! I met my wife in L.A., and we moved here in 1991 to get away from the La la-ness of La La Land.
it's funny how, though we may not spend much physical time with one another, you may know a classmate from childhood that, by your energies, you know, you have something shared together. I don't regret we never really became social friends. Somehow, that early connection remains pure.
I would really like to know how Cheryl passed. But, I guess, in the end, it doesn't really matter. She lives in my heart. I hope my message gives some measure of peace to the family.
David Reich
Northville, Michigan
Judy Silver
David, how very sweet your sentiments are on Cheryl.