Time to reflect on the many wonderful memories of my late bubbi who went to be with G-d and my zayde and uncle earlier this week. She was a truly remarkable woman-a Holocaust survivor, wonderful mother and wife, and a fantastic grandmother. She'll most definitely be missed, but her memories will live on.
I want to thank my brother from Houston, Texas and his family for joining me in celebrating my mother's life and her death. Also, many thanks for other family and friends that showed up here today to be with us. Special thanks for all mom;'s friends at the Senior Center that she held so dear throughout the 13 years of her remaining life. You all made her life special.
And my son Jason who has been deployed to Afghanistan and couldn't be here with us today. He knows his grandma is now watching over him to safely return home to his wife and family.
Who would believe I went from saying a Mishabeirach (healing prayer) on a Friday night to joining my congregation and say Kaddish (prayer for the dearly departed) on a Tuesday the same week for my mother. Fortunately for me I had a chance to be here last week for a SHORT VISIT AND SEE HER BEFORE ALL THIS HAPPENED.
My mother was a kind, loving, wife, mother grandmother and Great grandmother. A we say gutten Neshama (good soul). Most of her family perished in the Holocaust. She had two sisters who survived. One sister in Munich and one in Israel. Now the three are all together. She always talked about her grandchildren with great pride.
My Mother and Father met in a DP camp in 1946. TELL STORY They were married in July 14, 1947 and I was born in Germany 1949. My parents emigrated to the US on June 30, 1949. She loved my father and never complained, never said a bad word about anyone
My sister Sue came along on June 17, 1953 and my late brother was born on My mother's birthday Sept 27. She always said she had three millions. Her children
A mother's devotion, or as my mother would say-----a woman's work is never done. In Brooklyn, my late brother had a standing visit with my parents—he would come over every Thursday night for dinner, walk around the corner to the Bank and cash his paycheck, but the real reason for the visit was to get his Laundry done our mother. I guess G-D took our mother because Simon's laundry was backing up.
The kitchen was always open at my mother's house. Our friends would come to hang out with us, my mother would say “are you hungry?” and who would say NO to a nice thick steak? My dad was a successful butcher and meat was always plentiful. I remember my mother giving some meat away to the less fortunate families so they could have a nice Yontief meal.
Our Mother had many friends both here and in Brooklyn. After our father past away our mother became a volunteer at the Senior Center here in Avondale. I could go on with many stories I have but we all want one thing, for her to Rest In Perfect Peace.
This is the actual order of letters presented at the service.