Captive on a Carrousel of Time-

So- long 2015…  In a few short days you will be one for the history books, gone, but surely not forgotten, Four Weddings  and a Funeral had nothing on you. 2015, we toasted many happy occasions with you and mourned a seemingly disproportionate number of sad. You helped us learn a lot about life and what resonates the most is the importance and the love of family.

There are only 365 days in the year so the likelihood of life’s milestones occurring on the same day increases the larger your family becomes. When my youngest sister’s wedding came and went this past spring without our other sister going into labor, we breathed a collective sigh of relief.

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Less then a month later however, fate would have its chance for its simultaneous dance. On the evening of July 7th, in a hospital room in northern New Jersey, my grandmother took her last breath. Hours later, in hospital room across the river, her great-grandson James Ira, took his first.


I had only ever been to one funeral in my life before attending my grandmother’s, but staying true to my nature, I decided that giving the eulogy was something that I had to do. I’m all about the “go big or go home” philosophy.

Here I share with you the eulogy I gave at my Grandmother’s (who I refer to as “Nan”) funeral service. I think its syndication is the perfect way to close out this roller-coaster of a year, as this most memorable story speaks of closure and of new beginnings.

May peace, love and laughter surround you in the coming year. Until next Sunday my friends, be well.

These past few days have been strangley bitter sweet, as we sat captive on the carrousel of time, waiting at both ends of life’s endless circle.

Nan was so strong, she made it to three weddings in three years, all of which we were not sure she would be around for. She was determined to see her three granddaughters married however, and that she did. Her children, grandchildren, and her great grandchildren were one of the greatest joys in her life and I know we all will miss her terribly.

I wanted to write an amazing eulogy that expressed everything that my Nan was in a poetic and brief manner, yet everything I came up with in the wee hours of the morning seemed to fall short of the perfection to which I was striving. I couldn’t possibly put into words what a special woman Nan was. It was her whole persona. She just radiated happiness, energy and a love of life. Her smile seemingly entered the room before she did. She embodied everything I came to understand as elegance and grace, or as Nan would say ” a real class act, if you know what I mean pal.” Jackie O learned everything she knew from my Grandma.

Nan was an amazing baker, a skill of her’s I didn’t pick up, but luckily my sister Ariel did, so we can still enjoy Nan’s baked goods at many special occasions to come. Her knitting was the Houtte Couture of knitting. It would have put the Parisian designers to shame. The woman hand-knit the navy blue suit she wore to my Bat-Mitzvah circa 1992, in addition to hand crocheting all the hamechas! She even knit me and my dolls matching sweaters. She was truly amazing.

Nan to me litterally was sunshine on a cloudy day. She was always up for anything, whatever anyone wanted to do she was ready to go. “Hey Nan, you wanna do this… ” I might say ” right on Charlie! ” she would always say no matter what I was asking.

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Nan and me circa 1992

I didn’t want to start telling to much for fear I would leave anything important out.. My Nan was such a big part of my life, and was such an amazing lady. She was such a loving mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife, and friend. The most generous, and loving, happy, carefree person so many of us have ever known. So much of what am today, how I act, and the rules I follow for myself, are because of things I learned from her. We will never forget you Nan. As she always said, we ” love you to pieces doll!”

Grandmother's funeral

Nan would have appreciated my funeral fashion.

To everything –
There is a season –
And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything –
There is a season –
And a time to every purpose under heaven

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