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Yahrzeit has a minion!
Memory the Keen
Memory the Keen
Yahrzeit
The Cream Ruffie
Owner: shylarah
Age: 3 years, 9 months, 5 days
Born: July 31st, 2020
Adopted: 3 years, 9 months, 5 days ago
Adopted: July 31st, 2020
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Seven days of shiva...
Only there was no shiva, not really. Not for the husband, nearly seventy, not when she had made it clear that if something did go wrong he shouldn't even come to the funeral in person. Not for the daughter stranded two states over, who knew better than to take the Greyhound with Covid running rampant. There was no flying in from out of town, no congregating at the house of the bereaved, bringing food and company to those in mourning. It was a beautiful tradition and they could only approximate it with a Zoom call, three hours of one day spent together separated by their screens.
Thirty days of shloshim...
The days dragged by. The world kept turning. It seemed like something should have changed, that the world should realize just what it had lost. And yet there was no change. None save in the hearts of those who knew her, who now had to face a world without her in it.
And one year from the date of death, that is the yahrzeit.
As I write this, shloshim has ended, but I am not done with my mourning. One is never truly done mourning a loss, I think. I know time will make it easier to bear. And hopefully, when my mother's yahrzeit comes, and it is time to unveil her headstone, I can be there in person.
I love you and miss you, Mom, and I will always keep you in my heart.
In loving memory of arixen. May her memory be a blessing
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Story by me, shylarah
Only there was no shiva, not really. Not for the husband, nearly seventy, not when she had made it clear that if something did go wrong he shouldn't even come to the funeral in person. Not for the daughter stranded two states over, who knew better than to take the Greyhound with Covid running rampant. There was no flying in from out of town, no congregating at the house of the bereaved, bringing food and company to those in mourning. It was a beautiful tradition and they could only approximate it with a Zoom call, three hours of one day spent together separated by their screens.
Thirty days of shloshim...
The days dragged by. The world kept turning. It seemed like something should have changed, that the world should realize just what it had lost. And yet there was no change. None save in the hearts of those who knew her, who now had to face a world without her in it.
And one year from the date of death, that is the yahrzeit.
As I write this, shloshim has ended, but I am not done with my mourning. One is never truly done mourning a loss, I think. I know time will make it easier to bear. And hopefully, when my mother's yahrzeit comes, and it is time to unveil her headstone, I can be there in person.
I love you and miss you, Mom, and I will always keep you in my heart.
In loving memory of arixen. May her memory be a blessing
Profile template by Lea.
Background image White Meadow Daisies Wallpaper by Wallpapers.com
Story by me, shylarah
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Plain Latkes
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Black PC
Programmer Shirt
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Crazy Eights Deck
Players Pamphlet
Gold Twenty-sided Die
D10 of Destiny
Dream Dragon
Gold Dragon Egg
Upright Piano
Acoustic Guitar
Chocolate Eclair
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