Classic Sunny -- not a fact based, worrying type of person. Luckily, she had my Dad, who WAS fact based and a worrier -- his taking care of life's business gave my Mom the freedom to be that type of spirit.
Sunny's Yahrzeit Ten Years On So on April 27th, 2013, my Mom Sunny died. We knew it was coming -- the night before her breathing, under the blissful morphine, was shallow. My sister of another mister Mirta was with her, and insisted on staying when I left Miami Jewish for the evening. Mirta and I spoke late -- she had to grapple with the hospice people for another morphine dose -- like many ...
Yesterday Was Just For Me Ah, my dearly departed Mom Sunny. She was so funny and quirky -- the very aspects about her we all remember so warmly. She was retired and widowed since 1979 and 1982, respectively, and had no financial worries. Her time was truly her own -- she volunteered religiously at Delray Hospital, and had a very active social life, but never had to do a single thing she didn't ...
Sunny in particular -- once she had fallen mostly into unconsciousness, I said to her (coincidentally Chasidic) doctor, Levin, how anyone could say there was any meaning in her life -- she was mostly gone, and starting to struggle for breath. He answered that EVERY person has a purpose. Maybe a dying relative brings a family together, for example.
When Sunny moved to Delray, she found 2 other regular games, but by then none of the 60 somethings wanted to host -- they met at either the "main" clubhouse, or the smaller one nearer to my Mom's Kings Point section, the "Isle of Capri," which was so named because there were canals around it. Years later, when Wifey and I visited the actual Isle of Capri in Southern Italy, I learned it was ...