So many things going on in my brain right now that I feel compelled to write. This week has been filled with so many emotions and while I know that it’s normal in many ways it still takes a toll. I started out wanting to address something that I’m so proud of with Bryan. He has really taken an interest in social media and loves to post both silly things, like I just shaved or cut my nails, to really sweet and meaningful things. In March we were visiting LA and we had dinner with some of our cousins. While waiting for the whole group to arrive, I was sitting on the couch with our cousin Dani. Bryan instantly took a photo of us and wrote “I love these two beautiful ladies.” At that point if he wanted soda or dessert or anything else I might have limited, well he had me. This week my beloved, adored Auntie Barbara or as the kids call her Auntie Bubbe passed away. She was quite ill and on some level we knew this was coming, but she miraculously kept surviving trips to the hospital so I know for me I was in complete denial that this would actually happen. As with the rest of the family, my boys were heartbroken. They loved Auntie Bubbe with her warm and engaging style. She always greeted them with great interest in whatever was going on with them. Jason’s Bar Mitzvah was a year ago. She loved to needlepoint and she made Bryan a gorgeous Talit cover for his Bar Mitzvah. She wanted to do the same for Jason; but knowing how ill she was she was afraid she would not be able to or be there for the day. About 2.5 years ago she sent Jason and me to a local needlepoint store that had many Judaica patterns. She asked me to take Jason to pick out what he liked and the sales lady, like any store she frequented, would know Barbara Henschel and would get all of the yarn and things needed to complete the project. I am proud to say Jason thought this was the coolest thing. He took his time and picked out an extremely colorful pattern. He was so interested in the fact that she wanted to do this for him and that he got to make a selection. I am truly happy to report that not only did she complete this masterpiece, she was at his Bar Mitzvah to share in our joy. So of course I got off topic a bit. Bryan was unsure of how to express his grief. He kept telling me he was so sad about Auntie Bubbe. You see she just had this way of making you feel good and special, and he felt it too. She talked to him with respect and warmth, and he responded. He wrote a little note to her saying “rest in peace Auntie Bubbe, I’m so sorry you died” and posted it on Facebook. I was a little nervous that my cousins might not like it or feel it was inappropriate. They did not. They love, like and understand Bryan and they found it heartwarming. They laugh with him and they just embrace all that is Bryan. They can get frustrated and annoyed by him too but they don’t criticize or judge him in any detrimental way. They support me and my life and let him know that he can just be him. Is there anything better? Unconditional love is never to be taken lightly.
While not a new concept, I am luckily constantly reminded that family is everything. For Shabbat dinner we were gathering at my cousin Ben’s house. It felt like a combo of Shabbat dinner and private Shiva. I had recently come across a letter from my grandfather, our beloved Pop, and decided I would bring it. Anything and everything about him always electrifies us as a family and when Bryan and I arrived I shared it with my cousin. In typical sibling/cousin form, we joked about who had more letters or stuff from my Pop and he busted out a couple of beauties and the emotion filled laughter and tears that is and should be Shiva. When the others arrived we continued this laughing and crying and loving. Bryan was right in the mix. While he was a bit irritable and tired from a long week too, my delicious cousins/more like nieces, were all over him making him feel special and appreciated. We stayed until after dinner but with all things Bryan, we left early. He always has an exit strategy and I have learned to comply. I must admit I was exhausted too from the week and wanted to crawl into bed. I got home and while so so so tired, I could not easily fall asleep. Reflecting on the week and the life and love surrounding us I was weirdly happy. Certainly not happy that she is gone, but happy that she had such a huge impact on my life and her love that is here with me each day.