Wednesday, January 15, 2014
As young women we would watch our children play together and visit for hours about what it would be like when we grew old and our children were grown. Who would still be alive, who would still be married, who our children would marry and what would they choose for a career. That was more than 30 years ago.
Now I spend each day missing you, my dear friend, and thinking about the joys and sorrows that we no longer share. I lost you little by little during the last two years of your life. Your heartache, health and the medication you were given to try to help you became the things that took you farther away.
Our lives and the things we hoped for didn't turn out the way we dreamed and you aren't here to rewrite the hope for our future. I will grow old, or at least older, without you but never forgetting or missing you.
You were kind, loving and generous to a fault. You were devoted to Judaism and your family. You had a "different" way of doing things but your intentions were always meant to be helpful. You were definitely a "Lucille Ball" because normal was never a part of your being but you were wonderful.
Your sons are successful and I'm sure they miss you. Allan always loved you as you always loved him. Your grandchildren have missed out on the love of a very special grandmother but I hope the boys tell the grandchildren how special you were and how much you wanted to love and spoil them.
I miss you, Ruchel, and I love you. I talk to you often about what is going on in my life and I wait for your answer. Maybe someday.....
