Sunday, March 1, 2020
Among my most cherished, childhood memories are our family visits to your mom and dad's home in Baldwin, Long Island. Even as a child, I knew there was something magical about your mom's character and personality, as was always evident by the sparkle in her eyes. Her talented and beautiful presence could fill a room. I can still hear her laughter and her one of a kind voice calling "Paul!" though the house. Her lively contribution to whatever dinner conversation was going on, among the adults at the table, was always mesmerizing to me, as a child. So happy I was able to visit with her in her last years, where she had such encouraging words for me, regarding some personal choices I've made in my life. She spoke from her authentic self, from a place of personal strength, and conviction, conveying her deep admiration and acceptance. No one before, or since, has ever quite been able to convey such encouraging words. I hope to visit with her again . . . one day . . . in Heaven.
