I'M LEAVING ON A JET PLANE

Well...it has been so long since I wrote...but the truth is it has taken me this long to come to terms with Bubbie Channah's passing.

It isn't so much that she is gone...and that is really hard. It's just the way she went and the trauma involved.

My brother David says it is the price of the ticket. I think it was a very high price. In my opinion, the elderly...oy I am the elderly...wait...wait...the old people should just be allowed to pass over in their sleep.

That brings me to Pessach or Passover. Tricky,no? What a strange holiday it was this year. First of all I love Pessach. But, this year I wasn't ready for it. Wasn't ready for the excitement of the family gathering...for the work involved changing over the house...for anything. I didn't think I had the energy to even be nice.

You know that's true. Sometimes it takes all your strength to smile and pay attention when people are talking.

But our seder was lovely. The immediate family all gathered at my oldest son's house. And for the first time Sweetsie Tootsie read from the Hagaddah! He's in first grade now you see and can read. Our kids have a great advantage as they understand what they are reading. Big help!

Then the middle portion of the holiday or hol ah moed was only two days instead of a week. Why? Because right after seder we went into shabbat...and the second part of the holiday was the following Tuesday and Wednesday...then again shabbat. Seems like a whole lot of work and before you turn around it is over.

I miss my Mom. I still can't erase her phone numbers from my phones. I still want to call her and share things and tell her stuff. I miss her love and gentleness and intelligence.

So...my youngest...Joe College and I are going back to our roots...Windsor/Colorado/Florida!!!

When? Well between all our busy schedules we can't seem to manage getting away until September. The only problem with that is that Rosh HaShanah and Yom Kippur are the last two weeks of that month this year. But we're still going. We'll be with the Guv in Windsor...my brother and sister-in-law in Boulder...and my Aunt and Uncle and cousins in Miami! Family. Is there anything more important than family? I don't think so.

My heart is lighter knowing that we are going. I need to be with these people. And add to the mix Maeshey and Donna and everyone we know in those three cities and yahoooo LOVE IS IN THE AIR!!!

I will try to write more...and last night the devil made me join Twitter. Don't ask... now I can jot down all my ramblings in little sentences...my new diary. If you want to come visit I am marallyn or I think @marallyn...but what do I know...I just pushed this and pushed that and there I was!

I'd love to hear from you either here or there.

Have a great day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.