About Janice

She was first Janice Cassin, then Janice Hebert, then Janice Isenberg, and then – in the end just plain old Janice Cassin again, who she always felt she was anyway.   Born with a sharp tongue that always got her into trouble, or got people laughing, she went through life never afraid to tell anyone what she thought, which is a blessing and a curse.   Along the way she married, raised 4 children while the husband was away, then finished on 4 more that another woman had kindly left for her, loving them all.   She was a mother to us all, always sitting at the kitchen table early in the morning, with a cigarette and a cup of coffee, always willing to give one of us comfort, and sometimes guidance as well, when needed or asked for.  And even after her stroke at 72, when the entire universe of her words were reduced to “So, So, So”, still, still with just one of her many looks you could always tell what she was thinking, and what she needed you to do.   Five more years she lived.  So now she is has departed from this mortal coil, and all we are left with is the photographs and the memories, and of course the finest gift of all, the warm and lasting comfort of knowing that we were all lucky enough to have her as our mom.