Nili :

 It is difficult to find the right words to describe you, your  extraordinary energies, which lasted until your last breath.

Without any effort, simply by being yourself, you always attracted so many people, no matter what age or where they came from, who fell in love with you instantly, who were drawn toyour charm, your smile, your humor and your insights,  your interest  in everyone and everything.  You  expressed your thoughts  with such simplicity and charm, in a way that no one else in the world   could possibly do…  always wanting to learn more, to know more.

Shiri:

You gave each one of us the feeling that he or she was the most important grandchild  to you.  You always knew how to give each of us the feeling that we  were unique, amazing and successful. You made us smile a certain smile that was meant only  for you. Until your last breath you wanted to know what every child  was  doing, who they were seeing, and you insisted on us telling you one thing after another, step by step.  You were really interested, from the depth of your heart.  Investigating what  was in our hearts, what  our plans were, how our friends were, how  our  work  was,  how we felt about our lecturers at school, and what we  planned to do next. Without  leaving out any student of yours, any grandchild or great grandchild, a cousin abroad, a neighbor, pharmacy employers,  and the list is endless.

 Nili:

We thank you for who you were, and mainly, for whom you made us be. We thank you for the children you raised, for the grandchildren you educated, for the students you swept – you  made all of us better people. We thank you for supporting us for so many years, a privilege that only few have. We thank you for wrapping all of us with endless warmth and unconditional love and for being the glue that united us all. You made us understand what a family  was. We thank you for countless memories which we will never forget:

Shiri:

In  your “convalescent home”  we breathed the air of Switzerland.  We always  appeared to you as being little "farheiches". We always  seemed  to be too thin, even if we had just put on five kilos. You always wanted us to read more, to volunteer more (or volunteer). Your  perfect Hebrew – come, let's go, sit down, listen (in feminine form).  We remember how you  wrapped   our books and  notebooks with us before school;  how we would sit for hours in the dining room playing Remi and Poker, and how you tried unsuccessfully to teach us the "cultural" Bridge.  We remember the deep heart to heart talks about high philosophies about "how everything was created, what the world was and where we came from",  about love, politics, and what will happen with our country.  We will never forget the long tradition of the Grandchildren's weekends ,  which we were always looking forward to. Each one told what he/she was doing now, what we were studying, what  our hobbies were, and then, in the study – a short performance of reading, singing, piano and guitar playing.

nili

Now that you are gone, it is an end of an era. You left us with a huge hole in our broken hearts. Fortunately, this

void can be filled only with the sweetest of memories. From the moment we were born and opened our eyes we shared our life with you.  You are deeply rooted in us. Our lives are interwoven. You always said you could not imagine not knowing what was happening  with each of us.  We can tell you that for us too it is difficult to imagine how we will not be able to share with you, enjoy you, share our secrets with you, consult, talk from the depth of our hearts. You were a safe haven, on Mt. Carmel, Panorama 19, a whole world,  a home for all of us.

If you could hear us talking about you like that now, with a swing of your hand you would have hushed us,  but  now we can thank and admire you as much as we want.

 Shiri

This second yomtov of Passover no one will ever forget. Until your last day you  urged us to stay together, and explained how important it  was.  Such a special farewell to such a special lady. Not in vain did you  earn such a majestic and respectful  farewell.  As you  wished, we were  together, the whole family. And not because you asked, but because each of us really wanted to be there.  Wanted the last stroke, the last kiss, the last laugh, wanted to  be able to update you about our lives, tp witness the last image, to feel you gently playing on our hands and to sing our last song  to you.  Four days of memories, and laughs mixed with pain and sorrow. Twenty people in your room, having Kiddush of the second hag, and honestly praying. And then you  rendered your swan song, your testament that we all stay together, be good people to the world, and to one another.  You delivered your message and went  your way.

Nili

You and your music will be part of us forever. Thank you, Grandma, for being you.  The one and only. magical, amazing.  Exactly so.

 Exactly you.