BABA

It's the middle of the night, my eyes pop open, and I started thinking of Jenny (RIP).  Baba lived with us and I was blessed to have been co raised by her.  A lot of you will never get the opportunity to have known a real Bubbe  Like the dinosaur, they have become extinct, and replaced by the Glam Ma, a more modern and updated version, due to plastic surgeons and injectables such as botox.  My Baba, was the most special woman in the world to me, and I will never forget her or how kind she was to everyone.  To know her was to immediately love her.  She never had a bad word to say about anyone.  To her everyone was beautiful.  She had a twin sister Anna (RIP).  The Sun did a newspaper article on them, pictures and all. My Baba always wore a house dress another extinct item.  Weight was never an issue, Bubbes didn't workout.  They were big and beautiful.  I debated whether to write this part, but this is how Bubbes were made.  My Baba's arms hung and so did everything else for that matter, but that's what made her even more lovable, like a big cuddly bear.  I think she is the person responsible for my passion and ability to love.  One night around 12:00 I awoke to some horrible noises.  My Baba was having trouble breathing, my mamma was crying and ran to call an ambulance.  I sat on my Baba's bed, telling her it would be OK shaking.  Then I went outside and waited for the ambulance with my distraught mother.  When we got to the hospital we were escorted into a private room. We were told my Baba didn't make it to the hospital.  I didn't understand what they were saying.  Why couldn't I see her.  Surely they were mistaken.  We all left in a fog, not realizing what had just happened.  I couldn't stop the uncontrollable tears and I don't think I ever will.  Words are not good or strong enough to express what I lost that night.  There will always be a sadness and a yearning for my Baba.  The woman who gave me so much and never asked for anything in return. The last time I visited her grave I went with my cousin.  I do believe people who have passed are still with us.  Just in another form.  While I was talking to her, my cousin was standing next to another tombstone. All of a sudden the tombstone my cousin was standing next to fell over.  Scared the living, out of us.  We didn't know what to do, so we tried to pick it up.  Have you ever tried to pick up a tombstone, don't.  It weighs a gazillion pounds. Anyway, we reported it, and they were going to take care of it.  I know she was there with me that day and she gave me a sign.  Thank you, thank you, thank G-d for you, the true wind beneath my wings!