As I spent her last Shabbos in this world in a cramped and crowded Bikur Cholim apartment, one floor below my husband, on a hard cot, I got to talking with a roommate. We spoke about who and what had brought us there and when I told her about our situation, she said to me, "My daughter in law would never do that for me". I wanted to tell her that she'd never met my mother in law. I don't recall ever arguing with my mother in law. She was sweet. She was loving. She was kind. She personified somebody who is "sameach b'chelkah" (happy with her lot in life) - and believe me - she had in her illness much to potentially complain about. She also did much to give back to her community in her healthier days.
This Shabbos, our dear children named their new daughter Tzipora Chaya.
Tzipora: after my mother in law; a special comfort in this difficult year of aveilus.
Chaya: a tribute to my son in law's grandfather, Chaim.
May we be zoche to dance at her wedding in good health!