Memorial Day:Remembering Roz : #1

It’s hard to remember that once, not so long ago I was writing here every day. I uploaded a fresh photo  and then wrote a post of inspiration.  But I am so out of my routine.  I’ve tried to come back but I don’t stay long.  Good thing I have Slice of Life Tuesdays at Two Writing Teachers to keep me writing something weekly, most of the time.

I just wrote a post at the iAnthology so I’d say on this Memorial Day, I’m on a roll.

It’s an unusual Memorial Day weekend this year because we began on Friday, with a funeral and even though we have been out enjoying the weather I’m distracted, thinking about Roz Goldman and feeling for her family, my family, the family my brother brought with him when he married Marla, someone good for him and for the rest of our family.

As much as I knew and enjoyed spending time with  Roz, there was something so wonderful, as each grandchild shared memories of Roz at her funeral.  My brother began the eulogies with a honest, funny and touching tribute as the ultimate outsider.   I knew some of his great stories epitomizing  traditional bumps in the road as families merge.  As a number of her grandchildren added their memories, her efforts as the family Matriarch,  to keep the family bonds tight had me thinking as I sat with my cousin Elaine and her husband Lou.   Her generation is disappearing, but the next layer of the Goldman clan is strong.

I wish I could say the same for mine; for the most part, we are fending for ourselves.  Jeff joked that if more of our cousins attended, some might think that he was the rabbi.  We laughed but it’s not so far fetched.

What a wonderful tribute to Roz Goldman to see her family filling the pews.  Roz, your family appreciates your contributions.  They will miss you. I’ll miss you.

7 thoughts

  1. As life moves forward, we late forced to readjust our family dynamics, unfortunately. How wonderful to have the grandchildren share memories. So sorry for your loss in your life.

  2. Wish we could have been there, cuz. Glad the service was so special. Great family, miss you all very much. We went to our little shut today for the holiday and felt good to be surrounded by the community.

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