Maheba Wehby

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

May she rest in eternal peace.

Dear Joe, Samuel, Sidney and families,
Words will never express the sadness I am feeling with the loss of Aunt Maheba. Being away from the family makes it even harder at times like these.
Just know that the Joseph A. Boohaker family loved your parents very much. I told mama yesterday that I still had a package of bread in my freezer and didn't know that I would ever eat it.
When she insisted on making the dough for the zlaybe for my birthday in January, while she was caring...