Two of our aunts passed away this week. One lived to the age of 95; the other 85. One could write a gracious letter; the other could tell a heck of a good story. They were of different religions, upbringings, socio-economic statuses, educations and careers. At a quick glance they had little in common - save Chuck and me. Yet they were both mothers, grandmothers, sisters, daughters and aunts. And each, in her own way, struggled. One had years of a complicated and disheartening family rift which eventually was healed, but not quite in time for all concerned. The other had a lifetime of a complicated and undiagnosed medical condition which was never healed and identified not quite in time for all concerned.
They struggled. They failed. They succeeded.
As do we all.
May the Lord who frees you from sin save you and raise you up
Zichrona liveracha - Her memory is a blessing
Sunday, October 9, 2011
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Wonderful words, bless them both ;o)
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