|Birth: ||Jan. 6, 1948|
New York County
New York, USA
|Death: ||Oct. 5, 1989|
This page is a small bit of love dedicated to the lasting memory of my mom.
During her 41 years, Pam was a loving daughter, sister and mother. She made several life long friends, married and had a child. She traveled, taught and inspired other people like herself, diagnosed with M.S.
My mom faced many hardships and there were some undeniable sadnesses in her life. But in the end her infectious warmth, laughter and love of people never disappeared. She adored being alive and chuckling at the small ironies that came day to day. Pam always laughed, no matter how sour the lemons and as a Mom, she instilled a strong sense of caring and compassion for others deep inside me, that remains still, many years later. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of her for only a moment out of the corner of my eye in the bathroom mirror, I slightly hear the sound of her laughter in my own and I can feel her biting my bottom lip when I am speechless. She is still alive, even though with each passing day, year, decade, her picture fades. I will remember her as best I can and I suspect I will think of her in some small way, each day, until the day I too am gone.
I am not certain what she would think about the world today. Email, texting, internet, twitter, Starbucks, Facebook, I-Pads...but I know she would still love people and conversation and friendship. I know she'd be she'd be touched by all of you who stopped by to read about her and would be equally curious to know about your lives, if she could. That's the kind of person I remember that she was.
From, The Prophet:
Than Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
- Kahlil Gibran
United Hebrew Brotherhood Cemetery
Created by: Anonymous
Record added: Jun 29, 2001
Find A Grave Memorial# 5579756