“Mommy is difficult, we all know that,” my sister Varda said to me numerous times. “Just accept her the way she is and get on with it” ,Musings: Buried Past,“Mommy is difficult, we all know that,” my sister Varda said to me numerous times. “Just accept her the way she is and get on with it”
As told to Miriam Klein Adelman
I ’m on my hands and knees scrubbing a grimy piece of gum stuck on my kitchen tile when my brother Hersh calls. Hersh hardly ever calls. His number on the caller ID means only one thing: Mommy died.
“How did it happen?” I ask before he can say hello.
“She choked on her saliva. It was over before Hatzolah even came.”
“Oh” I say awkwardly unsure of what to say next.
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