BethAnne (Prupis Kern) Avezov
I keep trying to write a profound story about my experience with Midge. Mostly because my mother keeps asking me to but also because I want to do her memory justice. But I don’t have a story. I must’ve started writing this piece about 15 times already and every time I delete it. No, that memory isn’t good enough. No, that memory isn’t profound like I know so-and-so’s story to be. I don’t have stories. I have memories. I have a missing piece that used to be filled by an incredible woman who would do anything for me even though I wasn’t her child. From picking out Bat Mitzvah invitations to helping me get ready for one of my biggest performances in Lincoln Center, there was nothing Midge wouldn’t do for me. That’s all any kid wants. To feel special outside of their parents since their parents are genetically obligated to do as much as they can. But my mom did one of the best things she could have. She brought me to Midge. I am so thankful to have had Midge at my wedding in February and I look at that photo of her often. Midge was there during all of the important moments and I will be sad to not have her there for the future ones. So no, this is not a story of an incredible time I had with Midge. And no, I am not going into details to show everyone what an amazing woman she is. The truth is that everybody already knows that. This is just a formal declaration that my memories with Midge are just a little bit sweeter because she’s in them.
I keep trying to write a profound story about my experience with Midge. Mostly because my mother keeps asking me to but also because I want to do her memory justice. But I don’t have a story. I must’ve started writing this piece about 15 times already and every time I delete it. No, that memory isn’t good enough. No, that memory isn’t profound like I know so-and-so’s story to be. I don’t have stories. I have memories. I have a missing piece that used to be filled by an incredible woman who would do anything for me even though I wasn’t her child. From picking out Bat Mitzvah invitations to helping me get ready for one of my biggest performances in Lincoln Center, there was nothing Midge wouldn’t do for me. That’s all any kid wants. To feel special outside of their parents since their parents are genetically obligated to do as much as they can. But my mom did one of the best things she could have. She brought me to Midge. I am so thankful to have had Midge at my wedding in February and I look at that photo of her often. Midge was there during all of the important moments and I will be sad to not have her there for the future ones. So no, this is not a story of an incredible time I had with Midge. And no, I am not going into details to show everyone what an amazing woman she is. The truth is that everybody already knows that. This is just a formal declaration that my memories with Midge are just a little bit sweeter because she’s in them.