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
My daughter called one day, she had a flat tire needing changed. I said I could be there in an hour. She replied I don't want you to change the tire, I want you to talk me through doing it myself.
I was SO proud of my grown up little girl.