Mom, me & Grandma RoseToday my dear grandma Rose passed away - she was 97 years old, and a very special, loving and infinitely stylish woman. She owned a real pucci dress and countless scarves pinned with jewels shaped like butterflies and dragonflies. She ate carob bars and sprouts before they were trendy (much to my dismay as a child). She called me her "sunshine girl," and was always a touchstone of security, wisdom, advice and light. Thank you, grandma, for always believing in me - for always telling me that I was an artist, for selling my rhinestone paint-splashed t-shirts on Worth Avenue when I was in high school and for being the only person in my family to actually read my master's thesis. You were always ahead of your time, grandma. And so smart. I will love you always.
PS - My mom just told me that grandma Rose will be buried in one of the rhinestone t-shirts I painted for her in high school (and that the Rabbi is reading this blog post at the memorial service).
