Thanksgiving

So this year was not the best Thanksgiving. My grandmother, Tauba A. Lampell, passed away this past Wednesday, early in the morning, at the age of 88. From Poland she arrived in Mexio City at the age of five, and lived there for more than half her life, before moving to La Jolla with my grandfather. She spoke five languages (Yiddish, Polish, Spanish, French, and English), devoured the arts with an insatiable appetite, was kind and self-less, and loved her children, grand-children, family and friends with the utmost tenderness and care. Although the past few years had not been so kind to her, and while the some 3000 miles between New York and San Diego left our relationship disconnected in some ways, I will miss her. Now that both of my grandparents on the West coast have passed, it is the end of a dynasty; my grandmother was the glue for our family, from New Jersey to California, Mexico City to South America (now Bangladesh).
I don't want to ramble on or get sappy, but I just wanted to say a few things. And while visiting the beautiful San Diego coast was not under the best circumstances, I got to see a lot of my family that I haven't seen in years, and for this I am thankful. My cousins from Mexico, cousins from San Diego, my aunt, my uncle from Bangladesh - people who knew my grandmother who came from all over the world to pay their respects, a testament to her character.
This Thanksgiving, I am truly thankful for my family and my friends.
R.I.P.