Tonight marks the 23rd yortzeit of my grandmother bubba Sara. I still love you and miss you like you can’t believe. Your death was the most profound and painful loss I ever experienced. My memories are only those of fondness and your giving. I can never eat kitKat without thinking of you. I remember how you would knit us the most beautiful sweaters for weeks and shower us with love and pride. I still remember a play we performed in nursery school where everyone forgot their line except for me and you stood up and shouted with pride “that’s my granddaughter!” My shyness never allowed me to appreciate it back then, but today I smile warmly at the sense of pride you had at being my bubby. On my 8th birthday you faced your first surgery battle against colon cancer. You fought bravely. You were one of the only relatives in my life and the week after I turned 13 you returned to your creator. A few weeks before you passed Miriam and I visited you and you said something about waltzing. You could tell we had no idea, so you got out of your death bed and taught us how to Waltz. Bubba, I miss you so much. You touched my me and were such an important positive force in my life. When you died part of me died too. I lost my innocence, the feeling of immortality. I’m remembering your yortzeit by lighting a candle and eating some chocolate. I hope you get nachas from me and all your kids and grandkids. May the soul of Sarah bas tzvi be elevated.