Today, March 14, 2013,
would have been my Bubbie's 84th birthday.
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| Left to right: Bubbie, my mom, my sister Jennifer, my brother, myself, and Jeddie (my grandfather) on Jeddie's birthday |
As all lives do, my sweet Bubbie's came to an end on June 18, 2011. In the time that has passed since, I have often found myself comforted with fond memories and mementos of Bubbie, as well as the love and support of my remaining family.
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| Bubbie and I at my graduation ceremony at Duquesne University, when I finished grad school in 2007 |
I have written about Bubbie before, and I often refer to her in my everyday life. She was, to put it plainly, my best friend. Bubbie always used to tell me that I was "#1"(sorry brother, sister, and cousins...it's true.) It is a fact that I was the first grandchild and the oldest, though, so I will concede that my birth order may have influenced my moniker.
Bubbie was without a doubt my biggest fan. There's really no way to succinctly convey all of the wisdom she passed along to me, so I won't make the attempt.
I will say this though: before she passed, Bubbie named ME as the matricarch of our family.
ma·tri·arch
/ˈmātrēˌärk/
Noun
- A woman who is the head of a family or tribe.
- An older woman who is powerful within a family or organization.
Just to be clear, Bubbie is survived by my mother and my aunt, with my mother being the eldest of the two and the assumed "heiress" to the matriarchal role. Those facts aside, Bubbie saw fit to bequeath this important family position to me.
Initially it was lighthearted; a bit of a family joke...except that it wasn't a joke.
Bubbie charged ME with maintaining order and balance among our family. She left me with the responsibility to take on HER role: to keep everyone safe, encourage new ventures, discourage poor decisions, and make sure that the family unit continues on as one unbreakable force.
...piece of cake, right?
Bubbie always said that cardinals were spirits of loved ones passed; they are guardians who watch over us and make sure we are safe on our way. This winter, I noticed that the most brilliantly beautiful bright red cardinal has taken up residence in the small bush on the edge of my patio. He sweeps in and out, pausing to peer in and make sure I'm doing what I need to do.
This is the kind of thing that brings me joy: the smallest symbol that makes me know that Bubbie will always be with me.
So, on this very special day, I have taken the time to honor and remember my dear Bubbie.
If only she could be here to share in my joy.
