My grandmother walked on last night, shortly after sunset. She went peacefully, in her sleep, the same way that my grandfather did nearly 30 years ago. She was 88 (he was 70 when he passed in 1993 and would be 98). I’m glad to know they’re back together because she never stopped mourning him. ᏙᎾᏓᎪᎲᎢ (Until We Meet Again).

“The souls of the righteous are in the hands of Hashem, and no torment will ever touch them again. In the eyes of the foolish they seemed to have died, and their departure was thought to be a disaster, and their going from us to be their destruction; but they are at peace.” – Book of Wisdom 3:1-3 (The Destiny of the Righteous)

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