My mom passed away this week. A holocaust survivor. A nurse. A baker. A chef. Mom to 3. Grandmother to 8. Great-grandmother to 2. She died peacefully, on her very adamant terms, surrounded by her children. At her burial, my youngest niece said “she escaped the ultimate horror of our time, came here speaking no english, built a life and a career, raised three boys, and nurtured us all to love people, do good things, work hard, fuck the nazis. She was an unapologetic badass.” Mom was 92.
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For those kind enough to have requested stories of my mom, for now, my favorite story is the very last one. Brother texts me from hosp and says “mom is scared and disoriented can you call her?” I call, brother answers but says mom doesnt want to talk, shes scared and doesnt want you to hear her that way”. I cant just not talk to her because i am starting to think i wont get another chance. I said, “tell her i need her meatball recipe”.
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@MPCavalier ahhhh, that was just what she needed... A distraction and a way to share love the way most old-fashioned moms know how , through food. 💗