Golfer, it was my pleasure. My Bubby O”H was a funny, wonderful lady. She lived with us for the last 30 years of her life, and really helped to raise us. Just to illustrate how special she was, my FATHER was delighted to have his mother-in-law living with us. She never imposed her will on my parents, but was always a helping and guiding hand in every way. And she was HILARIOUS, mostly unintentionally.
One day, we got up to get ready for school, and Bubby was in the kitchen downstairs making hot cereal for us, as she loved to do every day. All of a sudden we hear a gevald coming from the kitchen. We ran down, thinking the worst, maybe she had chalilah burned herself or fallen, and came to the sight of a saucepan overflowing with bubbles. She had cooked a potful of Matey Bath Soap Bubbles (Any old timers here remember them?), thinking it was farina. Whenever I am sad, I just need to remember that day. Our kitchen stovetop never looked so clean!
My parents were profoundly grateful to have her with us, and so were we. What she did for us, she did with much love, and we were truly blessed. Her physical care came to me the last year of her life at nearly 87, when she became ill and bedridden. And it was my zechus. I could never repay her for everything she was to us and did for us when I was growing up. And my mom O”H learned by her example, and imparted the same lessons to all of us.