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Rebecca Metz Instagram - Happy, happy, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @oliviasanabia! I’ve adored you since the day we met and am so proud to be your friend and tv mom. 😘🎉🎂
Rebecca Metz Instagram - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Rebecca Metz Instagram - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Rebecca Metz Instagram - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Rebecca Metz Instagram - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Rebecca Metz Instagram - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Rebecca Metz Instagram - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Rebecca Metz Instagram - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Rebecca Metz Instagram - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Just saw the news that Audrey died last night. It may seem strange to mourn a giraffe, but Audrey meant a lot to me. She–specifically a photo of her beaming proudly between a bride and groom–is the reason I latched on to the idea of getting married at @santabarbarazoo. And why we’ve ended up with a lot of weird & beautiful giraffe art/tchotchkes. And this photo of Dad feeding her… Well. It’s precious to me. Goodbye, sweet Audrey. Rest easy.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Just saw the news that Audrey died last night. It may seem strange to mourn a giraffe, but Audrey meant a lot to me. She–specifically a photo of her beaming proudly between a bride and groom–is the reason I latched on to the idea of getting married at @santabarbarazoo. And why we’ve ended up with a lot of weird & beautiful giraffe art/tchotchkes. And this photo of Dad feeding her… Well. It’s precious to me. Goodbye, sweet Audrey. Rest easy.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Just saw the news that Audrey died last night. It may seem strange to mourn a giraffe, but Audrey meant a lot to me. She–specifically a photo of her beaming proudly between a bride and groom–is the reason I latched on to the idea of getting married at @santabarbarazoo. And why we’ve ended up with a lot of weird & beautiful giraffe art/tchotchkes. And this photo of Dad feeding her… Well. It’s precious to me. Goodbye, sweet Audrey. Rest easy.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Rebecca Metz Instagram - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Rebecca Metz Instagram - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Rebecca Metz Instagram - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Rebecca Metz Instagram - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Rebecca Metz Instagram - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Rebecca Metz Instagram - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Rebecca Metz Instagram - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - New fridge, same shrine #momanddad #catmagnet (You can call those #s but you won’t get me.)
Rebecca Metz Instagram - When in your own private Idaho…
Rebecca Metz Instagram - When in your own private Idaho…
Rebecca Metz Instagram - To every person who has reached out, shown up, and sent love, thank you a million times over... I have felt it all. And extra deep, tear-soaked, red-sauce-stained gratitude to these three forever ride-or-dies. I must have done something good in this life to deserve to be loved so well.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - The radish flower whisperer #passover
Rebecca Metz Instagram - The radish flower whisperer #passover
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Just felt like time for a not-sad pic in my new-to-me boho robe with a weighted blanket named Harper
Rebecca Metz Instagram - I was tinkering with camera settings when I heard - despite my AirPods - what that sounded like a *huge* swarm of bees. Figured it had to be a scooter or something… but it was constant & growing & coming from above. The timer caputured the moment I realized that it was in fact… A HUGE SWARM OF BEES. 🐝 (I think they were moving back in to the box hives up the hill. Welcome home, beebees!)
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Slow-fast friends! Posted @withregram • @david_blue Breakfast, coffee, chat, toasting in the sun. A good afternoon, overall.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Passover 2024 1 - Quenelle lesson from Dad, forever upping his gefilte game 2 - let all who are hungry come and eat 3 - then let these three do approx. one thousand dishes 4 - bestie afterparty @thejester_nj
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Passover 2024 1 - Quenelle lesson from Dad, forever upping his gefilte game 2 - let all who are hungry come and eat 3 - then let these three do approx. one thousand dishes 4 - bestie afterparty @thejester_nj
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Passover 2024 1 - Quenelle lesson from Dad, forever upping his gefilte game 2 - let all who are hungry come and eat 3 - then let these three do approx. one thousand dishes 4 - bestie afterparty @thejester_nj
Rebecca Metz Instagram - The stellar server at this otherwise clown show of a Hilton assured us those are CLOUDS and he’s been trying to explain to management that they should take this down for a long time.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Posted @withregram • @drew_droege All of us weirdos who grew up craving actually funny theatre found your plays and found our people among your fans. You understood the absurdities of the extreme, the casual pettiness and selfishness of individuals, and the screaming loneliness of being on this planet aching to be understood. In college I got to direct “Beyond Therapy” and be in “‘dentity Crisis”, and both experiences shaped my sense of humor, my understanding of character, the whole “the words are funny, just play the truth” thing…. Oh and you were one of my favorite parts of The Secret of My Success, which I have seen countless times. I am forever grateful and forever a fan. Thank you Christopher Durang.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Trying to remember, again and again.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Back in NJ for dad’s memorial and this neighborhood chonk is back too. He’s not into me, you understand. He just happens to like hanging out wherever I am. It’s cool, don’t even worry about it.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Meant to order one bag. Ordered one box. Attn: Game night regulars… new prizes!
Rebecca Metz Instagram - I need some lunch but can’t stop binge-watching the live oak in the backyard 😍
Rebecca Metz Instagram - This owl used to live with my grandparents in Queens & is as shocked as anyone to discover that he truly loves LA.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Rebecca Metz Instagram - I just told her I forgot how time works for a sec
Rebecca Metz Instagram - Ohhhh, chicken. I get it. I really do.
Rebecca Metz Instagram - This smoke show has normal thyroid levels #catbrag
Rebecca Metz - 2K Likes - Happy, happy, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @oliviasanabia! I’ve adored you since the day we met and am so proud to be your friend and tv mom. 😘🎉🎂

2K Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Happy, happy, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @oliviasanabia! I’ve adored you since the day we met and am so proud to be your friend and tv mom. 😘🎉🎂
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1.5K Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Likes : 1495Rebecca Metz - 1.5K Likes - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️

1.5K Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Likes : 1495Rebecca Metz - 1.5K Likes - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️

1.5K Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Likes : 1495Rebecca Metz - 1.5K Likes - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️

1.5K Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Likes : 1495Rebecca Metz - 1.5K Likes - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️

1.5K Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Likes : 1495Rebecca Metz - 1.5K Likes - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️

1.5K Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Likes : 1495Rebecca Metz - 1.5K Likes - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️

1.5K Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Likes : 1495Rebecca Metz - 1.5K Likes - As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️

1.5K Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : As much time as I’ve had to prepare and process, and as many friends as have written similar words in recent weeks and months, it’s hard to wrap my mind around what I’m about to say. This past Thursday, May 30, we said goodbye to my dad, Jerry Metz. Since being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November 2021, he’d been living a remarkably full and busy life until quite recently. Despite chemo, radiation, and more hospitalizations, surgeries, and setbacks than he willingly admitted, he squeezed in a dream trip to France with mom, Andy, and me, Spain and Portugal with mom, several visits to us in Los Angeles, continued rehearsing and performing with Monmouth Civic Chorus and Princeton Pro Musica, and working on his endless list of projects at the cabin in the Berkshires. In a few months, he and mom would have marked their 54th anniversary, more in love than ever. I could tell he was powering through more pain than he let on, but that was dad. He loved his life too much to slow down until he had no choice, and when that time came, we said goodbye at home, all together, on his terms, which anyone who knew him will understand is exactly as it should be. We loved each other madly and drove each other (and my mother) crazy because one of the many things I inherited from him is his tenacity–or unshakable stubbornness, depending on your perspective. As people keep telling me, my eyes, my voice, my mannerisms, and so many things that are me were also… him. All my life, anyone who knew him took one look at me and knew I was his kid. It’s going to take a long, long time to get used to being in the world without him, but I already hear him in my mind and heart, answering questions I didn’t ask, filling us in on the latest cooking techniques he learned from Jacques Pepin, and telling me how to do things I’ve known how to do for decades–all in that rich, beautiful, booming voice that resonates over every other sound in the world. Anyone wishing to honor him, please consider supporting @monmouthcivicchorusnj @princetonpromusica and/or @compassionandchoices And *please*, if you have Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry, get tested for BRCA 1 & 2. ❤️
Likes : 1495Rebecca Metz - 353 Likes - Just saw the news that Audrey died last night. It may seem strange to mourn a giraffe, but Audrey meant a lot to me. She–specifically a photo of her beaming proudly between a bride and groom–is the reason I latched on to the idea of getting married at @santabarbarazoo. And why we’ve ended up with a lot of weird & beautiful giraffe art/tchotchkes. And this photo of Dad feeding her… Well. It’s precious to me. Goodbye, sweet Audrey. Rest easy.

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Caption : Just saw the news that Audrey died last night. It may seem strange to mourn a giraffe, but Audrey meant a lot to me. She–specifically a photo of her beaming proudly between a bride and groom–is the reason I latched on to the idea of getting married at @santabarbarazoo. And why we’ve ended up with a lot of weird & beautiful giraffe art/tchotchkes. And this photo of Dad feeding her… Well. It’s precious to me. Goodbye, sweet Audrey. Rest easy.
Likes : 353Rebecca Metz - 353 Likes - Just saw the news that Audrey died last night. It may seem strange to mourn a giraffe, but Audrey meant a lot to me. She–specifically a photo of her beaming proudly between a bride and groom–is the reason I latched on to the idea of getting married at @santabarbarazoo. And why we’ve ended up with a lot of weird & beautiful giraffe art/tchotchkes. And this photo of Dad feeding her… Well. It’s precious to me. Goodbye, sweet Audrey. Rest easy.

353 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Just saw the news that Audrey died last night. It may seem strange to mourn a giraffe, but Audrey meant a lot to me. She–specifically a photo of her beaming proudly between a bride and groom–is the reason I latched on to the idea of getting married at @santabarbarazoo. And why we’ve ended up with a lot of weird & beautiful giraffe art/tchotchkes. And this photo of Dad feeding her… Well. It’s precious to me. Goodbye, sweet Audrey. Rest easy.
Likes : 353Rebecca Metz - 353 Likes - Just saw the news that Audrey died last night. It may seem strange to mourn a giraffe, but Audrey meant a lot to me. She–specifically a photo of her beaming proudly between a bride and groom–is the reason I latched on to the idea of getting married at @santabarbarazoo. And why we’ve ended up with a lot of weird & beautiful giraffe art/tchotchkes. And this photo of Dad feeding her… Well. It’s precious to me. Goodbye, sweet Audrey. Rest easy.

353 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Just saw the news that Audrey died last night. It may seem strange to mourn a giraffe, but Audrey meant a lot to me. She–specifically a photo of her beaming proudly between a bride and groom–is the reason I latched on to the idea of getting married at @santabarbarazoo. And why we’ve ended up with a lot of weird & beautiful giraffe art/tchotchkes. And this photo of Dad feeding her… Well. It’s precious to me. Goodbye, sweet Audrey. Rest easy.
Likes : 353Rebecca Metz - 299 Likes - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob

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Caption : #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Likes : 299Rebecca Metz - 299 Likes - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob

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Caption : #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Likes : 299Rebecca Metz - 299 Likes - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob

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Caption : #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Likes : 299Rebecca Metz - 299 Likes - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob

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Caption : #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Likes : 299Rebecca Metz - 299 Likes - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob

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Caption : #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Likes : 299Rebecca Metz - 299 Likes - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob

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Caption : #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Likes : 299Rebecca Metz - 299 Likes - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob

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Caption : #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Likes : 299Rebecca Metz - 299 Likes - #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob

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Caption : #onthisday in 2017, #betterthingsfx messed around at @mussoandfrankgrill #cheesecakeismyjob
Likes : 299Rebecca Metz - 266 Likes - Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.

266 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.
Likes : 266Rebecca Metz - 266 Likes - Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.

266 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.
Likes : 266Rebecca Metz - 266 Likes - Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.

266 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.
Likes : 266Rebecca Metz - 266 Likes - Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.

266 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Today is @andyhermannla’s birthday. He’s the love of my life, the aisle to my window, and this year more than most, the person keeping me loved, fed, and functional when I don’t have the oomph to do it myself. I’m a few thousand miles away from him today, so please help me send a ton of birthday love his way. And maybe buy the man a drink. Good gravy, does he deserve it.
Likes : 266Rebecca Metz - 263 Likes - New fridge, same shrine #momanddad #catmagnet (You can call those #s but you won’t get me.)

263 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : New fridge, same shrine #momanddad #catmagnet (You can call those #s but you won’t get me.)
Likes : 263Rebecca Metz - 246 Likes - When in your own private Idaho…

246 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : When in your own private Idaho…
Likes : 246Rebecca Metz - 246 Likes - When in your own private Idaho…

246 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : When in your own private Idaho…
Likes : 246Rebecca Metz - 230 Likes - To every person who has reached out, shown up, and sent love, thank you a million times over... I have felt it all. And extra deep, tear-soaked, red-sauce-stained gratitude to these three forever ride-or-dies. I must have done something good in this life to deserve to be loved so well.

230 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : To every person who has reached out, shown up, and sent love, thank you a million times over… I have felt it all. And extra deep, tear-soaked, red-sauce-stained gratitude to these three forever ride-or-dies. I must have done something good in this life to deserve to be loved so well.
Likes : 230Rebecca Metz - 176 Likes - The radish flower whisperer #passover

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Caption : The radish flower whisperer #passover
Likes : 176Rebecca Metz - 176 Likes - The radish flower whisperer #passover

176 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : The radish flower whisperer #passover
Likes : 176Rebecca Metz - 174 Likes - Just felt like time for a not-sad pic in my new-to-me boho robe with a weighted blanket named Harper

174 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Just felt like time for a not-sad pic in my new-to-me boho robe with a weighted blanket named Harper
Likes : 174Rebecca Metz - 173 Likes - I was tinkering with camera settings when I heard - despite my AirPods - what that sounded like a *huge* swarm of bees. Figured it had to be a scooter or something… but it was constant & growing & coming from above. The timer caputured the moment I realized that it was in fact… A HUGE SWARM OF BEES. 🐝 (I think they were moving back in to the box hives up the hill. Welcome home, beebees!)

173 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : I was tinkering with camera settings when I heard – despite my AirPods – what that sounded like a *huge* swarm of bees. Figured it had to be a scooter or something… but it was constant & growing & coming from above. The timer caputured the moment I realized that it was in fact… A HUGE SWARM OF BEES. 🐝 (I think they were moving back in to the box hives up the hill. Welcome home, beebees!)
Likes : 173Rebecca Metz - 153 Likes - Slow-fast friends! Posted @withregram • @david_blue Breakfast, coffee, chat, toasting in the sun. A good afternoon, overall.

153 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Slow-fast friends! Posted @withregram • @david_blue Breakfast, coffee, chat, toasting in the sun. A good afternoon, overall.
Likes : 153Rebecca Metz - 146 Likes - Passover 2024 1 - Quenelle lesson from Dad, forever upping his gefilte game 2 - let all who are hungry come and eat 3 - then let these three do approx. one thousand dishes 4 - bestie afterparty @thejester_nj

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Caption : Passover 2024 1 – Quenelle lesson from Dad, forever upping his gefilte game 2 – let all who are hungry come and eat 3 – then let these three do approx. one thousand dishes 4 – bestie afterparty @thejester_nj
Likes : 146Rebecca Metz - 146 Likes - Passover 2024 1 - Quenelle lesson from Dad, forever upping his gefilte game 2 - let all who are hungry come and eat 3 - then let these three do approx. one thousand dishes 4 - bestie afterparty @thejester_nj

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Caption : Passover 2024 1 – Quenelle lesson from Dad, forever upping his gefilte game 2 – let all who are hungry come and eat 3 – then let these three do approx. one thousand dishes 4 – bestie afterparty @thejester_nj
Likes : 146Rebecca Metz - 146 Likes - Passover 2024 1 - Quenelle lesson from Dad, forever upping his gefilte game 2 - let all who are hungry come and eat 3 - then let these three do approx. one thousand dishes 4 - bestie afterparty @thejester_nj

146 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Passover 2024 1 – Quenelle lesson from Dad, forever upping his gefilte game 2 – let all who are hungry come and eat 3 – then let these three do approx. one thousand dishes 4 – bestie afterparty @thejester_nj
Likes : 146Rebecca Metz - 142 Likes - The stellar server at this otherwise clown show of a Hilton assured us those are CLOUDS and he’s been trying to explain to management that they should take this down for a long time.

142 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : The stellar server at this otherwise clown show of a Hilton assured us those are CLOUDS and he’s been trying to explain to management that they should take this down for a long time.
Likes : 142Rebecca Metz - 131 Likes - Posted @withregram • @drew_droege All of us weirdos who grew up craving actually funny theatre found your plays and found our people among your fans. You understood the absurdities of the extreme, the casual pettiness and selfishness of individuals, and the screaming loneliness of being on this planet aching to be understood. In college I got to direct “Beyond Therapy” and be in “‘dentity Crisis”, and both experiences shaped my sense of humor, my understanding of character, the whole “the words are funny, just play the truth” thing…. Oh and you were one of my favorite parts of The Secret of My Success, which I have seen countless times. I am forever grateful and forever a fan. Thank you Christopher Durang.

131 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Posted @withregram • @drew_droege All of us weirdos who grew up craving actually funny theatre found your plays and found our people among your fans. You understood the absurdities of the extreme, the casual pettiness and selfishness of individuals, and the screaming loneliness of being on this planet aching to be understood. In college I got to direct “Beyond Therapy” and be in “‘dentity Crisis”, and both experiences shaped my sense of humor, my understanding of character, the whole “the words are funny, just play the truth” thing…. Oh and you were one of my favorite parts of The Secret of My Success, which I have seen countless times. I am forever grateful and forever a fan. Thank you Christopher Durang.
Likes : 131Rebecca Metz - 119 Likes - Trying to remember, again and again.

119 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Trying to remember, again and again.
Likes : 119Rebecca Metz - 101 Likes - Back in NJ for dad’s memorial and this neighborhood chonk is back too. He’s not into me, you understand. He just happens to like hanging out wherever I am. It’s cool, don’t even worry about it.

101 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Back in NJ for dad’s memorial and this neighborhood chonk is back too. He’s not into me, you understand. He just happens to like hanging out wherever I am. It’s cool, don’t even worry about it.
Likes : 101Rebecca Metz - 87 Likes - Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍

87 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍
Likes : 87Rebecca Metz - 87 Likes - Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍

87 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍
Likes : 87Rebecca Metz - 87 Likes - Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍

87 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍
Likes : 87Rebecca Metz - 87 Likes - Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍

87 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Farmers market yesterday & @krimsonstudio today. When the universe sends you love notes, TAKE ‘EM. Ooh universe, you big ol’ flirt 😍
Likes : 87Rebecca Metz - 85 Likes - Meant to order one bag. Ordered one box. Attn: Game night regulars… new prizes!

85 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Meant to order one bag. Ordered one box. Attn: Game night regulars… new prizes!
Likes : 85Rebecca Metz - 79 Likes - I need some lunch but can’t stop binge-watching the live oak in the backyard 😍

79 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : I need some lunch but can’t stop binge-watching the live oak in the backyard 😍
Likes : 79Rebecca Metz - 68 Likes - This owl used to live with my grandparents in Queens & is as shocked as anyone to discover that he truly loves LA.

68 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : This owl used to live with my grandparents in Queens & is as shocked as anyone to discover that he truly loves LA.
Likes : 68Rebecca Metz - 68 Likes - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere

68 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Likes : 68Rebecca Metz - 68 Likes - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere

68 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Likes : 68Rebecca Metz - 68 Likes - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere

68 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Likes : 68Rebecca Metz - 68 Likes - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere

68 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Likes : 68Rebecca Metz - 68 Likes - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere

68 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Likes : 68Rebecca Metz - 68 Likes - Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere

68 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Happy anniversary to North Hollywood’s #holodeck9! No foolin’. #streetarteverywhere
Likes : 68Rebecca Metz - 64 Likes - I just told her I forgot how time works for a sec

64 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : I just told her I forgot how time works for a sec
Likes : 64Rebecca Metz - 63 Likes - Ohhhh, chicken. I get it. I really do.

63 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : Ohhhh, chicken. I get it. I really do.
Likes : 63Rebecca Metz - 58 Likes - This smoke show has normal thyroid levels #catbrag

58 Likes – Rebecca Metz Instagram

Caption : This smoke show has normal thyroid levels #catbrag
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