Away

Our beloved Zaydeh passed away on Friday.  On Saturday Miss B and I drove to PA to be with her Papa, Uncle and Bubbe.  We lit candles.  We told stories.  We tore black fabric, to symbolize our pain.  We wept.  We laughed.  We shared a wish for Zaydeh's spirit.  Sunday we spent some time at a Zen monastery.

Zaydeh loved mashed potatoes.  Miss B's wish for him is that he be somewhere where everything is made out of mashed potatoes.  Fluffy and white and delicious.

I would miss this space if I didn't post this week...so will see what feels right.  Maybe something brief or maybe just images.

Take care friends.  And a huge thank you to all the friends who made leaving our house for a week and in a hurry such a manageable feat.  Good friends indeed.