Wednesday, September 2, 2015

She would have been 93...

Mom & me on her last Mother's Day, 2012

I wish I could tell you this gets easier, but I can't.

I'm in the beautiful Betkshires and the sun is shining and my children are raucously splashing in the pool, but I'm in the bedroom quietly crying.

Today would have been my mother's 93rd birthday.

I know I was lucky she made it to 90. But that doesn't matter. On her hundred and twentieth birthday, should I live so long, I will still miss her, mourn my loss.

The world is a poorer place without my sweet, saucy, loving, funny, brilliant mother in it.

Even though she was barely there when she left. Even though she was a wafting wisp of her former self, I felt the earth sigh and plunge a few degrees colder as I watched her animating spirit vacate the premises, that wan day, two and a half years ago.

I don't have time for this sodden mantle of debilitating grief. The boys' B'nei Mitzvah is a little over a month away, and I am frantically busy between now and then. Two school years starting, Dan traveling for work nearly non-stop this fall; and we're down to one viable, often already booked sitter.

And yes, it's a joyous occasion we're preparing for. And yet the sadness keeps leaching in. There will be no grandparents present to dance the hora at their Bar Mitzvah party. No great aunts nor uncles neither.

I knew it was nigh unto impossible for my mother to dance at their weddings, and witnessing college or even high school graduations unlikely. But for a while there, we had held out hope for her presence  at their Bar Mitzvahs.

I would have asked the universe for three more years with her, if I could have. But I know what the answer would have been. Our time is our time. No more, no less.

And for the rest of my time, I will miss her for at least a little bit of every day; and a whole lot more on days like this, her birthday, when she would have been 93 years young.

If only...


  1. I wish you and your family long life (it's a British Jewish thing apparently) and send lots of love from Jerusalem xxx.

  2. My heart still aches with yours. I am sorry for your loss, even today. I'm hugging you from here.

  3. Lovely love testament to your mother. I send you hugs and well wishes. I miss your blogging voice and presence.

  4. Your remembering your mother to us helps keep the best parts of her spirit here. This love of yours is good seed for some of the barrenness in my heart. Thank you for sharing, as always!

  5. I know how you feel. I'm sorry for your loss. I hope everything's fine with you. Thanks for sharing!

  6. I'm tired this week, and when I'm tired, I get sad, and when I get sad, I miss my mom...which made me look you up for the first time a long time because we lost our moms close to the same time, after losing them a little at a time already as they slipped away before they passed. Anyway, you aren't alone. I'm still grieving, too. And I thought I'd let you know because I like knowing that I'm not alone in this.


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