Paulette Kolchin
There are so many memories of Midge that are running through my mind. I could call Midge with any problem and she was a sympathetic listening ear. She truly was a “good friend.” We delighted in each other’s happy occasions and shared worries and sad times too.
Back in the olden times, mothers did not come into the room while the baby had his bris. It was considered too upsetting, so we waited together for the baby to be brought back and did our best to talk about other things. We were so happy for each other as our families grew.
When my son needed ear surgery for a benign tumor, Midge researched the condition more than I did. This was long before the Internet. She must have gone to the library to get all the information that she shared with me to help us deal with the situation.
I remember Midge’s son’s bar mitzva. She was sitting in a reclining chair because of a slipped disk problem and we danced around her. She had planned a milchig luncheon, but the caterer instead made a fleishig buffet. Midge took the whole mix-up totally in stride. Despite her pain and the celebration not being as planned, Midge had a smile on her face. She didn’t let “things” get her down.
I think one of the nicest things Midge ever said to me was when we were on the phone and my mother was dying of cancer. Midge understood how distressing it was for me to watch my mother declining and suffering. She was sensitive to the unmentioned fear that the same thing could happen to me. She said, “Don’t worry Paulette. If you ever are sick like that, I’ll come smother you with a pillow.” It was funny and comforting at the same time.
Midge had the most pleasant telephone voice. She was not a complainer and it would take persistence on my part to learn how she really was doing. Despite her health challenges, throughout her life, Midge took care of others. She never complained about having her mother move in with her. She would comment on how much fun they would have together. She did everything in her power to give her mother the best possible quality of life.
Midge will be missed by many people. Her loss leaves a huge void. I wish that I could pick up the phone to call Midge and tell her how sad I am that she is no longer with us. I know that she would have a wise and sympathetic response for me!
There are so many memories of Midge that are running through my mind. I could call Midge with any problem and she was a sympathetic listening ear. She truly was a “good friend.” We delighted in each other’s happy occasions and shared worries and sad times too.
Back in the olden times, mothers did not come into the room while the baby had his bris. It was considered too upsetting, so we waited together for the baby to be brought back and did our best to talk about other things. We were so happy for each other as our families grew.
When my son needed ear surgery for a benign tumor, Midge researched the condition more than I did. This was long before the Internet. She must have gone to the library to get all the information that she shared with me to help us deal with the situation.
I remember Midge’s son’s bar mitzva. She was sitting in a reclining chair because of a slipped disk problem and we danced around her. She had planned a milchig luncheon, but the caterer instead made a fleishig buffet. Midge took the whole mix-up totally in stride. Despite her pain and the celebration not being as planned, Midge had a smile on her face. She didn’t let “things” get her down.
I think one of the nicest things Midge ever said to me was when we were on the phone and my mother was dying of cancer. Midge understood how distressing it was for me to watch my mother declining and suffering. She was sensitive to the unmentioned fear that the same thing could happen to me. She said, “Don’t worry Paulette. If you ever are sick like that, I’ll come smother you with a pillow.” It was funny and comforting at the same time.
Midge had the most pleasant telephone voice. She was not a complainer and it would take persistence on my part to learn how she really was doing. Despite her health challenges, throughout her life, Midge took care of others. She never complained about having her mother move in with her. She would comment on how much fun they would have together. She did everything in her power to give her mother the best possible quality of life.
Midge will be missed by many people. Her loss leaves a huge void. I wish that I could pick up the phone to call Midge and tell her how sad I am that she is no longer with us. I know that she would have a wise and sympathetic response for me!