Mom

These pictures were taken of my mother the last week of her life. My mother grew up in Berlin in a wealthy Jewish household with sixteen servants and two nannies, one to braid the right side and the other to braid the left side of her hair. All of that came to an abrupt end in 1939 when she was put on a train by herself to Holland with two potatoes in her overcoat pocket. What was amazing about her death eighty years later was that the more her physical body deteriorated, the brighter the light in her eyes became. As her body was slipping away, her soul came forth, from the background to the foreground…until she actually passed, and then she was gone. There was no light anymore coming from her eyes, and it was evident that the purpose of her body as a container for her spirit had been fulfilled.