Amie

I had to take some paintings to my restorer in Imperial Beach today. 

Stopped by Cecilia and Chips first and we had a great lunch at a Michoacán restaurant in the barrio, a favorite of his. 

I drove down and dropped the paintings off and then drove to Home of Peace, the Jewish Cemetery on Imperial Ave. where my little sister and grandmother are buried and a place I might be plopped some day if I can afford a plot.

I brought some roses and a rock for both gravestones, which I had purloined at the car wash.

Amie would have been 58 if she was alive, she was fifteen when she died in a car accident. 

Ten years and one day younger than I, tomorrow marks the forty third anniversary of her death.

Hard to believe how much time has passed. 

Worst pain I ever felt.

She was so young, so bright, so vital.

I have lost both parents and three siblings. 

For me the immense pain of the loss of my siblings was infinitely greater.

Worst I have ever felt in fact.

We lit a yahrtzeit candle in her honor tonight.

I ask you to join me in a prayer for her memory and eternal well being.

Yitgadal v'yitkadash sh'mei raba b'alma di-v'ra chirutei, v'yamlich malchutei b'chayeichon uvyomeichon uvchayei d'chol beit yisrael, ba'agala uvizman kariv, v'im'ru: "amen."