Family was everything to Mom and the crater her absence presented was too big a hole for our hearts to fill. Easter Sunday, April 4th, 2010, Mom was buried. In the Jewish faith, people are buried quickly because we do not embalm.

A Jewish lady buried on Easter Sunday in the midst of Passover must be an important person as she cut across a hefty section of the population’s religious belief systems that day. Mom possessed valuable traits in life that were in evidence at her funereal eulogies. Innate intelligence without a formal education, a child’s curiosity at the age of 86, devotion to loved ones, the mental and emotional strength of Samson, pragmatic realism in the face of cancer, and copious amounts of love that she sprinkled like pixie dust on those she chose.

Those in receipt of this love were filled with a buoying tonic upon which to draw. And I, I draw on it still.

Mom was offered an unlikely gift on the day of her funeral. It was…

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post.