Stephen Leuchtman
I am writing to report that after a long and courageous struggle with Alzheimer's Disease, my wife Jacquelyn "Jacque" passed away on July 18, 2019. Leaving out an acknowledgment of our daughter's efforts on Jacque's behalf and thanking the people who attended, this is what I said at her funeral:
I had the privilege of loving this wonderful, exceptional woman and waking up to her over 10,000 times. It never got old.
We shared many interests. One of them was movies. We called ourselves "movie sluts." There was an actress in the Forties named Myrna Loy, who directors would go to when they wanted to cast the perfect wife. The characters she played were beautiful, sexy, and glamorous but down to earth. They were intelligent, articulate, and independent. They were also unfailingly loyal to and supportive of their husbands. I used to tell people that Jacque was the Myrna Loy of real life wives.
If I could describe Jacque in one word, it would be "passionate." When we went to her fiftieth high school reunion, a couple of her classmates asked me it she was still a real handful. I laughed and said, "She sure is." Jacque threw herself 100 percent into everything she did. She had strong opinions and wasn't afraid to share them with anyone, especially about politics and her faith, which never wavered for a second. Even when her dementia was nearly at its worst, she knew who the president was--and she wasn't very happy about it.
Hand in hand with Jacque's passion was her loyalty. She was well aware of our faults, foibles and flaws. But God help you if you ever got sideways of our children, our grandchildren, or me.
Despite her passion and her fervent nature, Jacque never took herself too seriously. She was without pretense. And she had a fantastic sense of humor that had a little bit of a bite to it. When we worked together at Sommers Schwartz, we would amuse ourselves by making up limericks about the attorneys and staff. Hers were better than mine--and, truth be known, a bit bluer. Unfortunately, none of them are suitable to repeat here.
We were in New York once, and she said she wanted to go to the 21 Club for dinner. I said I thought it was a little pricey. So an hour later, we're in the 21 Club. It turned out that George Burns--who was about 98 at the time--was at the table behind us. Jacque wanted me to go over and introduce us. I said, "No, he's eating and we shouldn't disturb him." So she got up with me following in her wake, and she said, "Mr. Burns, I'm Jacque. This is my husband Steve, who didn't have the balls to come over and introduce us." Of course, Burns was charmed. He took Jacque's hand and kissed it.
We were all charmed by Jacque. I was charmed by her for thirty years and the 10,000 wake-ups. She had a gleam in her eye that only the very late stages of this disease could remove. But I know that gleam is back today and will be forever.
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