Monday, February 01, 2010

Moshe & Rena: The Ascension of my Moonlit Grandmother

She opened her eyes wide, taking her first deep breath of deliciously scented air. Her hair hung in two long braids down her back, her skin fresh and smooth with the delightful flush of youth. Her eyes were clear, her body new again. She twirled delightedly, dazzled.

He reached out his arms to her. "My darling Rena, you've come back to me," he said.

"Moshe," she replied, "I never wanted to leave you."

The two of them looked compassionately down upon the family members gathered around the hospital bed, all of them grieving, tears lining their saddened faces. Then they turned back to one another.

"Can I really have my youth back?" she marvelled, having forgotten the sensation of movement with ease, the free, easy way in which one could traverse the soft dewy grass, the shine of the sun in her hair.

"Of course," Moshe replied. "This is a world of the spirit, of the soul. Here you may have everything." He beckoned her to his palace, shining resplendently in the sky. "This is what I have been building for you during the past twenty years," he stated grandly. She looked at the elaborate silks, the scent of pomegranate and myrrh intermingling, the jewels that lay at her feet. She smiled to see the glittering glow of God's light that emanated from the windows.

"And is that where we shall dwell?" she inquired, curious.

"Yes, Rena," he told her, and she smiled, glad to have been united with him at last.

My moonlit grandmother is dead.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

תנצב"ה

-Y

dman said...

Baruch Dayan Emet.

Dana said...

chana.. baruch dayan haemet. i hope your grandmother is at peace

Gavi said...

May she be a melitzat yosher for you and yours, next to the kisei hakavod.

Shira Salamone said...

Baruch Dayan Emet.

Ezzie said...

Baruch Dayan Emes.

Anonymous1:45 said...

I am very sorry for your loss. Your wonderful grandmother has returned to Hashem from whom she came. We all come from this infinity and will all return to it after a brief sojourn in this illusionary place which is like a period, between two infinitely long sentences. Hamakom Yenachem Etchem Betoch Sh'ar Evlei Tzion Vi'yerushalayim. We will see her in Tchiyat Hametim. The beauty she now percieves and is part of is beyond any we could imagine. Baruch Dayan Emet.

Jon said...

I am so sorry for your loss. May she rest in peace and may her memory be for a bracha, and may you and your family take comfort in the wonderful memories that you all shared and will always have.

Irina Tsukerman said...

Baruch Dayan HaEmet...

nmf #7 said...

Baruch Dayan Emet.

Anonymous said...

Baruch dayan haemet.
When you are back to blogging, I'd be interested in your take on the various forms that nichum takes (e.g. here Gavi,Jon and Anonymous1:45)
May we share besorot tovot
Joel Rich

daughter of G-d said...

Baruch dayan emes....
Thinking of you...