My Best Friends Mom died this Saturday. She was very, very good people. My BF took kind and loving care of her.
Estera was (we think) 91, a survivor of her childhood in Warsaw Poland, displacement in an Italian refugee camp. She immigrated to the US in 1951 pregnant, with a young daughter, her husband and a feather blanket as their only possession.
Estera’s life was long, eventful and full of hardships. She was the most hopeful, smartest, funny, kind and hardest working person I have ever known. She guided her entire family to successful, happy lives.
I have been a welcome guest in her house since I met BF when we were 11. I’ve always been treated as part of the family; 46 years I’ve (and Mr. W + kids) been underfoot for Chanukah and Passover. I’m really lucky to have such a BF and even more blessed to be part of that family.
Although it was a hellahot day, her graveside funeral was lovely. Her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren were there. Her kids and grandkids friends showed up to pay their respects. She will be missed.
I’m not very familiar with siting Shiva customs. It has been a long time (28 yrs, I think) since BF’s Dad died, the last time this goyum sat Shiva. I asked my BF today “Did we eat this much last time?” and we both laughed.
Although she feels guilty about a few teenage tantrums, my BF always treated her Mom with love and respect and took care of her till the end of her days. They have both been a lesson to me all my life.