Just last night I was talking to a friend who asked me how Omi is doing. Sadly, I had to tell her of my grandmother’s passing almost three weeks ago, just shy of 100 years old. She was a regal woman with tremendous warmth and grace and was a constant presence in my life.
As the youngest granddaughter growing up in the same Brooklyn neighborhood, Omi was my de facto babysitter. When my parents had a wedding, bar mitzvah, or out-of-town trip I would go to Omi’s apartment, often sleeping overnight. Omi and I spoke almost daily throughout my life (I am now a mother of three), and she was the person I turned to for inspiration, solace, or an emotional hug.
Read about what Omi taught me about bonding with children in my article at Aish.com.