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.
@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. 💗