Deborah Druce
I was always pleasantly surprised when I would see Midge come to a shul affair on her scooter. She was always happy , upbeat and talkative. She was this way when I met her in her home and on one special occasion when we both to our surprise, found ourselves waiting on line at Kenedy airport as our kids were making aliyah on Nefesh B'Nefesh. She told me how she would miss Abby and the kids and how much she wanted to be in Israel as well.
Last year, when Midge was ill, she told me how much she missed not being in Israel to be with her children. She told me about Abby, the new baby , and the work Abby' did as a midwife. She talked about her sons and their connections knowing our sons.
A month ago, a special moment of connecting with Midge z'l came when a friend called to tell me that she had passed away. I was standing in the kitchen opening a book of Tehillim to locate psalm 130 for the opening verse for a Rachel Imeinu event that evening. After hearing of her passing I looked down at the psalm to check that this would be the one to read in Midge's memory, and I saw that I had opened up to psalm 133. As I read the psalm, the words, "Hinei Matovu MaNayim, Shevet Achim Gam Yachad" sprang forward and I knew this psalm was meant for Midge. Every word related to her utmost desire for peace between fellow man and love for Israel. We read the psalm in her honor at the opening of our meeting for the yarzheit of Rachel Imeinu.
I was always pleasantly surprised when I would see Midge come to a shul affair on her scooter. She was always happy , upbeat and talkative. She was this way when I met her in her home and on one special occasion when we both to our surprise, found ourselves waiting on line at Kenedy airport as our kids were making aliyah on Nefesh B'Nefesh. She told me how she would miss Abby and the kids and how much she wanted to be in Israel as well.
Last year, when Midge was ill, she told me how much she missed not being in Israel to be with her children. She told me about Abby, the new baby , and the work Abby' did as a midwife. She talked about her sons and their connections knowing our sons.
A month ago, a special moment of connecting with Midge z'l came when a friend called to tell me that she had passed away. I was standing in the kitchen opening a book of Tehillim to locate psalm 130 for the opening verse for a Rachel Imeinu event that evening. After hearing of her passing I looked down at the psalm to check that this would be the one to read in Midge's memory, and I saw that I had opened up to psalm 133. As I read the psalm, the words, "Hinei Matovu MaNayim, Shevet Achim Gam Yachad" sprang forward and I knew this psalm was meant for Midge. Every word related to her utmost desire for peace between fellow man and love for Israel. We read the psalm in her honor at the opening of our meeting for the yarzheit of Rachel Imeinu.