Yahrtzeit......
Dec. 31st, 2015 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osodecanelaI'm grateful it was fast and relatively painless. My mother-in-law had didn't appear to suffer.
When my dad was in his dying process from leukemia 20 years ago, he often said there was much to be said for having a stroke & just going out. I had to remind him there was no guarantee a stroke would finish him. Oddly enough Annette's stroke happened on the 22nd, what would've been Pop's 86th B'day. She never regained consciousness. We withdrew the tubes the morning after X-mad & let nature take its course. The funeral was Tuesday. We have the gigantic week long Yahrtzeit burning in the kitchen.
I remember when I was 8 or 9, remarking to my Bubbie that my other grandparents had the same 'juice' glasses, not yet understanding what they really were, the glasses that held memorial Yahrtzeit candles; she smirked and told me someday I'd had a set of my own. Sadly, now I do, though they're much more generic in appearance than were hers.
I cannot have OJ in the morning without thinking about my father. Or my brother-in-law. Or Bubbie.
And I guess now, Annette. To be frank, I would much prefer to have them still present in my life, than juice glasses.
When my dad was in his dying process from leukemia 20 years ago, he often said there was much to be said for having a stroke & just going out. I had to remind him there was no guarantee a stroke would finish him. Oddly enough Annette's stroke happened on the 22nd, what would've been Pop's 86th B'day. She never regained consciousness. We withdrew the tubes the morning after X-mad & let nature take its course. The funeral was Tuesday. We have the gigantic week long Yahrtzeit burning in the kitchen.
I remember when I was 8 or 9, remarking to my Bubbie that my other grandparents had the same 'juice' glasses, not yet understanding what they really were, the glasses that held memorial Yahrtzeit candles; she smirked and told me someday I'd had a set of my own. Sadly, now I do, though they're much more generic in appearance than were hers.
I cannot have OJ in the morning without thinking about my father. Or my brother-in-law. Or Bubbie.
And I guess now, Annette. To be frank, I would much prefer to have them still present in my life, than juice glasses.
