Dear Bubby,
I really miss you. A little more today than other days. I miss running to the car all excited when Daddy brought you and Zaida to our house. I miss making "lakalach" with you. I miss cleaning your kitchen (and making a mess in the process). I miss playing dress up in your apt with my special red box of jewelry and the giant skirts that you saved for me. I'm wearing a giant skirt and big earrings today just for you. (The heavy earrings might not make it all day...sorry.) I miss cheating at rummy with you. Don't worry. Your great-granddaughter, who is named after you, cheats when she plays with me just like I did when I played with you. So cheating is still in our family. Isn't that nice. I remember watching the "Crosby" show for the first time in your apt. (Nobody likes him anymore, just so you know). I remember when Meira and I were (not) sleeping over and you would tell us to sleep "tushy to tushy". I do not miss that part, but I do miss sleeping over. I remember one time, I was sick and I had to stay home from school, so Daddy brought me to your apt for the day. Then I got homesick and cried and you made me spaghetti until Daddy came and took me home. Then I felt bad that I hurt your feelings by leaving you so Daddy helped me call you. That was a weird day. I remember when Mommy or Daddy would potch me in the tush b/c of course I did something I shouldn't have, b/c I was no angel, and you used to tell me to make me feel better that they were just swatting the flies away, b/c you thought I was a perfect angel. (I was not. But don't tell anyone.) I miss you coming to our house for Pesach. That was my favorite. Giving out parts for Echad Mi Yodaya. I always gave you the hardest part. And you just took it, and laughed - maybe more than I did. I'm not sure why that was ok, but Mommy and Daddy were laughing also. I wish you could come to my home now for Pesach. You would love it. I wish you could've been at my wedding - in your light pink dress with the empire waist. I wish you could've met Moshe. You would love him too. I wish you could've watched me speak at my graduation. You'd be so proud of me. I miss helping you set up the kiddush in your shul. I remember learning how to put together those plastic wine cups. I thought it was so cool. So for about 8 years, I helped and then became in charge of setting up kiddush in my shul. We didn't have those fancy cups like you had...b/c I didn't have a little helper like you had. You should've been at the shul dinner where they honored me for a lot of things, but mostly for kiddush. That was all you. I think I actually mentioned you in my speech. You would've been so proud. I remember when it struck me that I ran kiddush and so did my bubby. That was a mind-blowing moment. Thank you for passing that torch on to me. I'd be a very different person without it.
I just really miss you. I don't know what else to say. I just really miss you.
Love,
your Special :)
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