Loving Acceptance

B"H

The Matriarch

Tante sleeps in morphine comfort.  Thank G_d for peaceful comfort.  Thank G_d for peaceful sleep.  In ninety-five years she held court from anywhere ... a kitchen sink, a kitchen counter, a vegetable garden, a dining table, a potters' wheel and kiln. 

"As clay are we, as soft and yielding clay

That lies between the fingers of the potter.

At her will she moulds it thick or thin,

And forms its shape according to her fancy.

So are we in Thy hand, G_d of love;

Remember Your promise and show Thy mercy."  (after an anonymous poem from the Yom Kippur liturgy) 

In Memory of L.K.G., a tender soul gone from this world too soon... too soon

B"H, 

Baruch Dayan HaEmet* 

Bubbe Cilpa, a koch-lechel* in her prime, was in hospice, asleep for two weeks, no food, no water, I don't know what else.  Tante* Rena, her middle child was there every day.  After two weeks with nothing happening Tante and the nurse were wondering if they should change their plan of action.  What's going on?  Was Cilpa comfortable?  Was she bored?  At ninety-seven years old was she staying in this world because she considered her daughters incompetents?  

Dedication: All this I dedicate to the miracle of life which G-d Almighty, the Creator, renews and refreshes every moment, every breath.

B"H

After a family gathering my beloved aunt decided she was sick and tired of the "kids" moaning and groaning.  Who are the "kids"?... the young adults with jobs and kids of their own.  This is what she said.

"Listen, our generation knows how to make chicken soup without the chicken.  We learned it from our parents and we also learned how to be happy with it."