Alice Cipkin

Friday afternoon, while driving home from work I got a call from my stepmom who read Newsday's obituary of Mrs. Cipkin's passing. So many thoughts of childhood rushed through my mind....especially of my early, early childhood. I recalled her lovingly nursing my mother, her friend, while my mother was dying of cancer. Her presence in my house, while my mother was ill, seemed to be constant. As an adult, these memories fill me up with an abundance of gratitude for all that she gave of her...