My great-grandmother had many names. Ada, Bubbie, Grandma, G , mom. But to me she was always Bubbie.
She was a matriarch, in every sense of the word. She had 3 children, 9 grandchildren, and 13 great grandchildren. And she loved each and every single one of them with all her heart.
My Zayde, the love of her life, passed away when I was just 6 years old, and I didn't know how to comfort my Bubbie at that age. So I said what my six-year-old brain could think of: "Look on the bright side..."
--Oh, it gets worse—
"At least you get to sleep alone in your big bed." I don't know what I was thinking then, but all I can think now is that, Bubbie, you will never have to sleep alone again.
I hope you and Zeiddie are together now, wherever you are.
Rest In Peace. I love you up to the sky and down to the bottom of the ocean, Bubs!
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