Yossi Kra
My Aunt Midge always told me she considered me as one of her children. She was so caring and loving.
Given the time of year, I can't help but remember the family meals and barbeques that my aunt hosted, including lavish Thanksgiving dinners. The food was truly delicious, but more special was the atmosphere. Our families spent quality time together and everyone just seemed happy. Thanksgiving will never be the same to me without my Aunt Midge.
My aunt had a genuine interest in the lives of all her extended family. Geographic distance was not a barrier to maintaining meaningful relationships. When it came to immediate family, we all know my aunt's anticipation for her visits to Israel to spend time with her children and grandchildren.
My aunt was very generous. For one of many examples, she didn't hesitate to let Yoni and I borrow a van for an extended trip to West Virginia.
On a lighter note, my aunt insisted on our using the British pronunciation of "aunt", and she found it amusing when we called her an "ant". One July 4th when I young, she walked by our blanket as we were waiting for fireworks at night. My father was talking to others away from our spot. We decided I would tell my father that there was an "ant" on our blanket. We always got a chuckle out of the response, something along the lines of "just get rid of it".
Aunt Midge, we love you and miss you.
My Aunt Midge always told me she considered me as one of her children. She was so caring and loving.
Given the time of year, I can't help but remember the family meals and barbeques that my aunt hosted, including lavish Thanksgiving dinners. The food was truly delicious, but more special was the atmosphere. Our families spent quality time together and everyone just seemed happy. Thanksgiving will never be the same to me without my Aunt Midge.
My aunt had a genuine interest in the lives of all her extended family. Geographic distance was not a barrier to maintaining meaningful relationships. When it came to immediate family, we all know my aunt's anticipation for her visits to Israel to spend time with her children and grandchildren.
My aunt was very generous. For one of many examples, she didn't hesitate to let Yoni and I borrow a van for an extended trip to West Virginia.
On a lighter note, my aunt insisted on our using the British pronunciation of "aunt", and she found it amusing when we called her an "ant". One July 4th when I young, she walked by our blanket as we were waiting for fireworks at night. My father was talking to others away from our spot. We decided I would tell my father that there was an "ant" on our blanket. We always got a chuckle out of the response, something along the lines of "just get rid of it".
Aunt Midge, we love you and miss you.