Letters to Tuvia Y2 #18: Yom Kippur Anniversary (10-11-16)

Happy Anniversary Tuvia…

It’s a crisp  October 11 and Yom Kippur begins tonight at sundown, as usual.

I’m remembering our Yom Kippurs together.  The first at Rena’s break fast celebration.  Little did anyone there know then but that night would be the first of 20 celebrations for us. That first night you waited patiently for me to catch up, arriving after you and in need of a   perfect poppyseed bagel, smothered in fresh whitefish salad and washed down with a rich cup of perked  coffee and then…we began, engaged and lost in our first conversation.

Twenty years of fasting together and celebrating us, usually with a bagel and coffee and something sweet.

Today, on this crisp and bright Yom Kippur Eve I am breathing deeply, holding off tears, focusing on work, on feeling blessed that our family is expanding with sweet babies… Just Saturday Sadie Rose arrived.

I’m fighting the urge to  feel sorry for myself. I’m fighting the urge to wallow in sadness. I’m fighting to feel blessed that life offers me joy even if you aren’t here with me.  I’m fighting for a happiness in the book of life for this new year coming…

Thank you so much for our 20 years of joy, Tuvia Rosenberg. Thank you so much,

Bonnie S.

15 thoughts

  1. New life is always so special. A baby is a ray of sunshine and hope. Strangely of all the words you wrote today the image of poppyseed bagel stands out the most. Thinking of you.

  2. I love hearing you write of that first Yom Kippur, Bonnie. Even if sad, you made it sound like a beautiful sparkling beginning. I’m glad you’re fighting, keep on. You have so much to look towards. . . like getting to know that sweet Sadie Rose. Love that name!

  3. What a beautiful tribute you’ve written and shared. Your memories are beautiful and will help you get through tomorrow, as will the presence of new lives. Holidays are such special times, but times for really missing the people who are no longer here in touching distance.

  4. I like to think every letter of every word written and the spaces between these words are a record of healing. Peace to you.

  5. Love hearing more about your life with Tuvia and love how hard you are working to carry on and see the good.,

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