Marie, I understand your pain but I’d like to offer a thought about Miki. When I first knew Miki, she explained what it meant to be a child of holocaust survivors. Her job was to live for the relatives who didn’t get a chance to continue lives of achievement and success. The sad truth was, Miki’s holocaust was her poor health and failing body. I met her only a few years after her Crohn’s disease diagnosis and watched her experience horrible illness and pain. No matter what, she just kept going. She was the perfect child of the holocaust- she would not give up.
So, what does that mean for us? Miki and I had 43 years of fighting, playing, challenging and enjoying each other’s family and company. A year ago, when we met in Philadelphia, we saw each other coming down the street and the joy we felt was amazing. It was as though we had been apart for days, not years. The connection was there and, I think the connection that we had allows me to say this- we are now the “children” of the child of holocaust survivors and it’s now our job to live, succeed, and survive this loss. We need to stand up and speak out against the evil that exists in our government because we are now her voice. Now, like Miki, we will put one foot in front of the other and just keep going. Be strong, speak out and celebrate our friend. As Maya Angelou said, “And Still I Rise.”
Miki was one of the very first people I thought of when this awful news broke. We were gutted in the way we felt on an early Wed morning in Nov 2016. In a way, I’m glad she didn’t have to suffer through it. RIP Miki and RBG
Your pain is Very real Marie. Pain is debilitating and creates the Ultimate Sadness! This Life beats us down until we are weak as Babies. Sunday is six months since Miki passed. I almost envey Her, that She no longer has to deal with the SHIT of being Mortal. Death is NOT a punishment......it’s a RELEASE! A release from untold sadness and disappointment and the inability to control things in not only our Life but the Lives of Others. I am not the least bit afraid of Death. In fact, I believe one day it will be the ONLY TRUE Friend that I ever really d..........
So, what does that mean for us? Miki and I had 43 years of fighting, playing, challenging and enjoying each other’s family and company. A year ago, when we met in Philadelphia, we saw each other coming down the street and the joy we felt was amazing. It was as though we had been apart for days, not years. The connection was there and, I think the connection that we had allows me to say this- we are now the “children” of the child of holocaust survivors and it’s now our job to live, succeed, and survive this loss. We need to stand up and speak out against the evil that exists in our government because we are now her voice. Now, like Miki, we will put one foot in front of the other and just keep going. Be strong, speak out and celebrate our friend. As Maya Angelou said, “And Still I Rise.”