Monday, January 13, 2014

A remembrance

My paternal grandmother, Safta Dvora, passed away yesterday. The last time we'd spoken to each other was a little over a week earlier, a brief conversation as she was in a very bad state of health. She had wished me well in her customary way; she ended pretty much every conversation with well wishes and hopes for good health, happiness, and good luck. She was blunt and opinionated - also a tough lady, a Holocaust survivor. She'd enjoyed talking about her family, sharing book recommendations, discussing T.V. shows and movies she'd watched and concerts and lectures she'd attended; she also liked a good game of cards and had an eye for artistic jewelry. From what she'd told me, she felt that she hadn't left something undone and that she'd led a full life.

6 comments:

Lucy said...

I am sorry for your loss, and appreciate your honest, thoughtful reflection on your grandmother.

Take care.

HKatz said...

Thanks, Lucy.

Nan said...

I am so sorry. She sounds like someone I would like very much. May we all feel that way at the end.

HKatz said...

Thanks, Nan. I think you would have liked knowing her and speaking with her.

Nancy Cudis said...

I'm sorry for your loss, Hila.

HKatz said...

Thanks, Nancy.