Janna Kowan
Beverly was always central in the coven of the loving but busy mom’s towering over all of us kids in Central Miami Beach in the 80s. She was ever present. I remember her in the school supply store, patiently showing me my various pencil, eraser and scratch-n-sniff marker options, as if they were very expensive shoes, as if my decision was important and what I did with my dollar bill truly mattered. She was there with Steve, serving snacks when I played over Joshua, Aaron and Rachel‘s house. She was there at Temple Beth Shalom during the Purim carnival, during Hebrew school events, at the high holidays. She was a principal member of the chosen kind and trusted faces towering over me in my childhood. When I think of Beverly, I think of being a protected child on Miami Beach during an incredibly special time in my history. I felt watched over, free to move about, and safe, because there was a small network of dedicated parents together, overseeing us, from North Beach elementary to the temple, to Muss Park to the Youth Center, to the JCC… we ran like a pack and Beverly was one of our protectors. Sending my deep love to all of the Mostkoffs and the Ungers. I am
so sorry for your loss and I love and miss you all!