ON A DANK, DRIZZLY1 AFTERNOON in Highland2 Park, Texas, we said good-bye to Jill. I had said good-bye to people I loved before. But I had never felt so empty or numb3. And never so cheated.
The temple was a modern brick-and-glass structure with a steep-angled sanctuary4 filled with light. The rabbi was a woman, and Jill would've liked that. Everyone flew down. Chief Tracchio, D.A. Sinclair. Some associates from the office. Claire, Cindy, and me. A group of girls from high school and college Jill had kept in touch with over the years. Steve was there, of course, though I couldn't bear to speak to him.
We took our seats, and an aria5 from Turandot, Jill's favorite, was sung by a local choir6.
Bennett Sinclair said a few words. He praised Jill as the most dedicated7 prosecutor8 on his staff. "People said she was tough. And she was tough. But not so tough that respect and humanity were ever casualties in how she conducted herself. Most of us have lost a good friend" - he pressed his lips - "but the city of San Francisco is going to miss one hell of a lawyer."
A classmate from Stanford showed a picture of Jill on the women's soccer team that went to the national finals, and made the crowd laugh when she said it didn't take long to know who really had it together, as Jill was the only one on the team who joked that "doubling up" meant carrying two majors.
I got up and spoke9 briefly10. "Everyone knew Jill Meyer Bernhardt as this self-assured, achieving winner. Top of her law school class. Strongest conviction rate on the D.A.'s staff. Free-climbed the Sultan's Spire11 in Moab," I said. "I knew her for all those things, too, but mostly as a friend whose deepest inner wish wasn't about convictions or big cases but simply to bring a child into this world. That was the Jill I loved best, the real Jill."
Claire played the cello12. She slowly climbed the platform and sat there for a while, then the choir joined in the back-ground in a hauntingly beautiful version of "Loving Arms," one of Jill's favorite songs. How many times we used to sing that song, meeting after work at Susie's, straining in margarita-drenched harmony. I watched Claire close her eyes, and the tremors13 of the cello and the softly singing voices in the back-ground were the perfect tribute to Jill.
As the final verse began, the pallbearers picked up the casket, and Jill's family reluctantly rose to follow.
And as they did, a few of us began to clap our hands. Slowly at first, as the procession walked by. Then one by one, everyone joined in.
As the casket neared the rear doors, the pallbearers stopped and held it for a few seconds, as if to make sure Jill could hear her tribute.
I was looking at Claire. Tears were streaming down my face so hard, I thought they would never stop. I wanted to shout out, Go, Jill.... Claire squeezed my hand. Then Cindy squeezed the other.
And I thought to myself, I'll find the bastard14, Jill. You sleep easy.
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