The past couple of weeks have been filled with challenge, joy, grief, exhaustion and so much love from family and friends. Last week, Sol Horowitz, my grandfather, my Zayde, passed away.
My family is a close one. Growing up, I spent a tremendous amount of precious time with my maternal grandparents. Sleepovers, picnics, games, belly laughs and ice cream on the front steps make up a significant portion of my childhood memories.
As an adult, although I live nearly an eight hour drive away, we maintained a loving connection making the most of phone and Skype dates. Both my Bubby and Zayde have been a consistent source of love, support and ear-to-ear smiles my whole life. How lucky I have been, and how hard it can be to say good-bye.
Upon receiving the news, I quickly made arrangements to head back to Montreal to be with my family. It was a gift to be there.
At his funeral, I gave a eulogy for Zayde – other than the rabbi, mine was the only eulogy. I was nervous, I was crying, but I made it through and was so honoured.
Death is a chapter we will all have to face, often many times – losing others and eventually ourselves. Although it is not something we like to talk about or look at, it also serves the best reminder to live well.
Sol Horowitz lived well – kind, modest, loving and honourable. The rabbi used a description I loved and felt so true: he was a king-maker. In my case, he made me feel like a queen.
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