Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey
My last memory of Mom is a lunch with our family. Her short term memory was fading. She was living in the Miami Jewish Home and Hospital for the Aged.
As we sat together celebrating her birthday, the sweet attentiveness she had shown me all my life had drifted. Her beautiful mind was wandering. Nevertheless, as we wished her well in song she showed a childlike youthfulness that was lovely.
And yet I carry more often an image of her exquisitely beautiful, smiling face crowned by thick flowing hair. There was something royal about her bearing. My younger brother, John, who has the eye and the skills of an artist, once said to me he thought she was even more beautiful than any of that era’s movie stars.
That beauty went far deeper than what was visible. Her photos reveal a fun loving, sweet child. As a Girl Scout leader…
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