As her body waned, her spirituality came through. But it was hard to watch her memory fail, to see Bubby struggling with the simplest tasks,
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Sometimes we get back so much more than we give. Visiting Bubby was like that.
My great-grandmother’s blue eyes burned bright even as the candle of her life was waning. Late in life she made aliyah to marry a second time around. Bubby still dared to hope and dream and give when most people her age would resign themselves to dreams unfulfilled and turn the pillow the other way.
Bubby went to live in the seaside town of Netanya. She loved the Land. She would inhale deeply inviting us to sniff the milk and honey in the breeze. I never smelled either but she said she did and was determined that her last breath be a milk-and-honey breath.
It was not to be. After two decades of a wonderful life together her second husband passed on. My grandmother had outlived two husbands; would she hope and dream still?
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