Friday, October 25, 2019
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Dear, dear Cindy, October 25th 2019
There are so many things I would like to share with you. So many things I know you’d sit and listen to, and then have an opinion about, and then there would be more stories to share, more memories to recount. And on and on we could go…timeless.
Cin, there are so many things I didn’t get to tell you. So many moments we didn’t share together. Like going to the Holocaust Museum together in Jerusalem. Like showing you my little village in Israel. I know you would have loved it. You almost made it one year.
There are so many things I never told you. Like how I have always had such a deep respect for your care, understanding, and willingness to fight for the less privileged of this world. You always wore an expression of bewilderment when you realized that not everybody felt the same as you! And then, of course, your love of animals and all of God’s creatures.
I loved your laugh, I loved the way you never seemed to judge me, or demand from me, or complained about life to me. I loved the way you accepted me and took my whole family with you. When we were rebellious teenagers, and I was frustrated with my mom for whatever silly reason I had back then, you always took her side. You always made me think twice about how lucky I really was.
You had a sparkle in your eye when you spoke about your children, your grandchildren, your garden and about cooking (especially prime roast!). You could never understand how, if for you it all seemed so terrifically easy, how could I possible find it difficult?
You had a matter of fact way of dealing with things that had a simple wisdom. When things didn’t go the way you expected, you just had to face it without making it into a drama. Sometimes I wished you had shared a little more, perhaps to lighten some of the burdens I know you carried.
Thank-you Cindy, for our time together, and for all of what you are and all of what you gave.
With much, much love,
Julie
The gifts you gave, my heart shall save. I’ll hold them dear and keep them near.
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