I’ve been at home this week, visiting my family. I’ll be back with my summer hosts tomorrow, spending Shabbos with them and then heading to Israel on Monday. So I’ve had a really emotional day, saying goodbye to people who there’s a very real possibility I may never see again.
I’m really not trying to be melodramatic, nor am I hinting that I’ve made up my mind never to come back from Israel, because that couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s just that my grandparents (Dad’s parents, who are some of the most amazing people I’ve ever known) are 90, give or take, and she’s got Parkinson’s and he’s on dialysis and it’s just not realistic for me to expect much of anything.
So I said goodbye to them today.
The last thing Ga-Ga (grandmother nickname leftover from our baby days) said to me was, “I’ll miss you, but you’ll always be in my heart.” I immediately got choked up. And the last thing Pop-Pop said to me was, “You need Israel, and Israel needs you. G-d bless you.” He was totally dry-eyed (and anyone who knows my grandfather realizes just how rare that is when it comes to emotional moments!), but I was basically bawling by the time I made it to the car.
Oy vey, and I’m crying again while writing this….
So, my sister and I headed home, with her saying random silly things to try to snap me out of it (which eventually worked!). We then got to work cooking and baking, drinking Manischewitz wine, listening to music, and basically having what she called our “last sister night in America.” On to packing, and that’s finally done. It’s almost 1 am, and I need to be up in about 2.5 hours to make the train (yes, really), but I decided I needed to write this first. I feel like the whole “Israel chronicle” thing that this blog was originally meant to be has finally started, even though I’m not actually in Israel yet.