My wonderful Savta,

Normally I’d be calling you right now before Shabbat to talk about life, catch up over the happenings of the week, compare the weather in the U.S. and Israel, laugh together and send our love to each other. You really were my support, my rock, my cheerleader, my comedian, you were my role model. You always took care of others before yourself, raising my dad and his siblings as a single mother and juggling jobs. You overcame lung cancer. Your life wasn’t always easy, but never once did anyone hear you complain. All we heard was your laughter, your stories as you would tell them with a smile, and then repeat them maybe four times over. You always were worried about my hands being cold, and held them and me until I was warmer. You loved the randomest shows, between Law and Order to TMZ even though you didn’t know a single person on it, you loved it because it made you laugh. You were one of the strongest people I knew, with the biggest heart and such spunk. Family meant everything to you. It’s rare to find someone who makes you feel as special and cared for as you did. I’m blessed that I was able to see you in January and hug you, if only I could do it again one more time. Unfortunately, you were taken from us too quickly and we are so sorry we couldn’t be with you during your last hours due to this wretched virus. I will cherish all my memories and calls with you, and your legacy will live on through your family, who misses you dearly. Savta, I love you so much and God willing after this nightmare virus is over, we will be able to come together as a family to give you the proper goodbye you deserve, because you deserve everything.

May your neshama have an aliyah. Chana Leah bat Avraham Yissachar Dov.

By Emma Klahr