Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Smooth Criminal


"Mom. Mom! Watch my Michael Jackson moves. See what I do with the hat, like him? And sometimes he rips his t-shirt but I know you wouldn't let me do that because this is that new one with the v-neck you got at Target. Sometimes when he's dancing, Michael Jackson grabs his downstairs-situation but I figured you probably wouldn't want me to do that either because it's kind of bad manners. But I can moon walk, as long as I'm wearing socks. See?"




Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Wish You Were Here


"Mom? I'm kind of sad to be leaving Florida."

"It was nice getting to see everyone."

"Yeah. I liked that part and the beach and swimming pool parts too and lots of stuff. And I think that's the best hotel-motel we've ever stayed in... Now that Grandma Sylvia's gone, do you think we'll ever come back here again?"

"I really don't know."

"We might just have to remember it all real hard."



Monday, July 21, 2014

For The Love Of Sylvia


In Jewish tradition, sometime near the one year anniversary of a loved one's death, family members come together for an unveiling, a tradition in which blessings and prayers are recited and sung and the departed's headstone is unveiled. Last weekend we traveled to Florida to meet up with family and celebrate an unveiling for Jeff's beloved Grandmother Sylvia who died last summer.

We stood in the oppressive heat of Florida, the Florida that felt incomplete with Sylvia no longer in it. We surrounded the veiled grave marker. Aunt Lynne read from Psalms.

"God will guard your coming and going now and forever."

The Moleh, the memorial prayer, was said.

Memories were shared: Sylvia's opinions, Sylvia's guidance, Sylvia's cooking, Sylvia's humor, Sylvia's generosity. (But she always hid the walnuts for strudel as if they were gold.) There was laughter as much as tears.

"May this monument serve as a reminder of what is most enduring, the immortality of the soul, memories that never fade, Love that remains alive..."

Sylvia's great-grandchildren, our Bob and his cousin, little Emma, removed the covering from the headstone with help from Jeff and Debbie.

"May her soul be bound up in the bond of eternal life. Amen"

The Kaddish, the mourners prayer, was recited in Hebrew.

In keeping with tradition, we each a found a little stone to leave by the headstone as a token of our presence. Bob left three stones. I left a tiny shell.

Sylvia was remembered well.











Saturday, July 19, 2014

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Beach Bob Video


Beach Bob from Lisa Page Rosenberg on Vimeo.


We're at the beach this weekend. It made me think of this day at the beach with Bob four years ago. "Look at the waves, Mama!"

Friday, July 18, 2014

Travel Size


"Mom! You forgot to pack my strawberry toothpaste!"

"I couldn't pack it. We did carry-ons so I couldn't pack a tube of stuff that big. You'll have to use some of my little toothpaste."

"But it's minty! I hate minty."

"Just give it a try."

"Yuck. It's terrible! Look hold on. I won't brush too hard and then smell my breath. It's yogurt and chocolate and water flavored. Way better than minty."






Thursday, July 17, 2014

Their Guys


"Here, Bob. Here's the Lego guy I made of you."

"Thanks, Lucas!"

"And here Sebby, here's the Lego guy I made of you."

"Thanks, Lucas.... Hey Bob, did you notice my guy is wearing a captain's hat but I'm not really a captain?"

"Sure you are, Sebby - Captain Awesome!"