Imma is "mom" in Hebrew, my first language, and the language of my heritage. Throw a global pandemic at Imma and her gloves, wipes, and cleaning station are ready. But, Imma was not ready to say goodbye to her mother who passed alone on April 17, 2020 during Covid-19.
"Goodnight," she said to the old photos of my Grandmother as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. With each step, she looked back at the candlelit array of pictures and flowers hoping for a response.
I’ve watched Imma recover gradually. I witness her resilience as she lights the remembrance candle every day. And, I sense her growth as she prays over the Shabbat candles like my Grandmother did every Friday.
"At night, I wake up and I can only think about my mom. It all seems less real knowing she is gone, but I have you guys."
My whole life, Imma has held me. Now, I hold Imma.