Wednesday, January 21, 2026
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Sylvia and I met at age six when we started religious school together at Ahavath Rayim in Greenwood. We had the same name, and our mothers had the same name so we were bound to be "soul sisters." I can't count the many nights that I spent at Sylvia's house with Aunt Fanny in the kitchen and Uncle Louis at the table engaging us with his gentle, loving manner and interest in all that we thought or did.
As a teenager I would spend the week end with Sylvia after going to a dance in Greenwood and then going to Sunday school with her the next morning. Her family was my second family with Sylvia closer to me than my own sisters. Since she was a grade ahead of me in school she knew more "life lessons" than I did, and she shared them with me. I also confided in her things that I would never have shared with anyone else as I knew that my secrets were safe with her.
I treasure the trips that Carl and I took with Sylvia and Malcolm as part of the Delta Force as that was the most time that I had spent with her in years. Even though we didn't see each other in our later years we always had an unbroken bond. I loved Sylvia as if she were my own sister, and she let me know that she loved me. I will miss her warm smile and great hugs.
