What can I say to the woman who brought me into this world. You waited for so many years. So much pain and heartache. You suffered through so much. But despite all of the suffering, you were still my mother. Our Ma. You were so proud of us three children.
The person that people saw in the last few years was not the real you. Although, your personality definitely peeked through. Your stubbornness. Your spunk. Your fight. You were a survivor. You taught me what it means to live. To hold on.
I want to share some memories of the good times.
Remember the time that we went horseback riding and you sat on the side reading a book waiting for us as a pig tried to eat your chair.
Remember when you got your hair cutting license in Israel. You were so proud. Little did I know I would spend my childhood with short hair and short bangs as you would practice on my hair. Everyone in the Dorset area came to you for haircuts.
Remember how you were always bickering with Aunt Naomi on the phone and whenever you got together. You always argued about the time you walked through the glass door, you only got a book about animals, and when Aunt Naomi fell out of the car, she got markers. I can’t even count how many times I had to hear that story.
Remember how you always had to match everything. Your shoes matched your skirt, which matched you shirt and eyeshadow. Your earrings were probably heavier than you.
Remember how you made coca cola chicken. Apricot meat that would melt in your mouth. And the best Bubby Kugel.
Remember how you bought every Jewish book that came out. Your love for Rabbi Biographies. And millions of Miriam Adahan books. You went to almost every WIT class possible. Your notes were everywhere around the house. You went to shul every Shabbos. Always sitting up front.
Remember Tai Chi. Remember how you and Bubby would be sitting by the window in Household two waiting for one of us to come. The minute you would see Abba walking towards you, you would stand up and mimic his motions. Putting your arms up above your head and copying all the arm motions he was doing in the parking lot.
Your love for Abba was beyond anything.
Remember how proud you were of Chaim. He is your pride and joy. Your obvious favorite.
Remember when you found out you were pregnant withDevora. Was probably the happiest day of your life.
Remember how you would talk to your father every day on the phone.
Remember how you loved Simcha and Shira. How proud you were of the families they crated.
Remember how grateful you were to Yechiel for the dedication and care for Aunt Naomi. You finally get to be with your sister. And your mother. And Bubby. You are finally pain free.
Your hand has always been warm. You always smiled when you saw me. I am your first. My voice is the one you always recognize. I am your original. Been there through thick and thin. Ma. Please. I'm sorry. Sorry for this life you've had. Sorry for all the pain. Sorry I haven't always been there. I'm sorry.
Ma. I love you. Mommy. I’ll miss you. Imma. Forever your daughter.