Master of her universe inhabited by children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, extended family and lifelong friends, all of whom revered and adored her.
Gramma Shirley knew what she knew, and there was no right way and wrong way: it was Gramma Shirley’s way. All in her orbit accepted this premise.
KEEPER OF THE CUSTOMS
Conveyor of our rich heritage taking the form of unparalleled holiday table-settings and delectable Jewish delicacies. Every bite of a pickle or nibble of kreplach was filled with her essence.
Gramma Shirley did not have to spell out her core belief, she lived it: family is everything. Nothing exemplified this more than the way she doted on and devoted herself to her husband’s well-being, in health as well as in the darkest hours of illness.
We all have afghans and hats that will forever keep us cradled in her caring and warm in her love.
There is a little piece of Gramma Shirley in each and every one of us. In that way, she lives on.
Although quite personal, I guess this is my blog and there is only one thing I can talk about today. That is the passing of my mother-in-law, our 90-year-old guiding force: the incomparable Gramma Shirley.