This photo-essay is lovingly dedicated to the memory of Miriam, who was dear to me. My friend, Miriam M., immigrated to Israel from Chicago with her family in 1986. Ahead of her move to Israel I helped her pack and coming upon her daughters’ heavy winter coats and boots in one of the closets, I asked her what she wanted to do with them. She giggled and said: “We are going home! We won’t be needing those, you can put them in the give-away pile.” I had agreed and added: “You’re right. Has anyone ever heard of snow in the desert which is our beautiful Land?” Last week when for the second time this winter it has snowed in Jerusalem, after putting on two pair of socks and wrapping my feet in plastic bags before putting on my sneakers, I remembered that conversation. Suddenly, I felt an innocent lighthearted presence besides me. With no disrespect intended to Miriam M.’s family, or to logical followers of the RAMBAM (Maimonides) and/or to non-believers – I disagree with you, I wasn’t just remembering Miriam, she was right there next to me, good-naturedly giggling and then I clearly heard her say: “I suppose we were wrong, we should have held onto our snow boots!” May Miriam’s memory always be for a joyous blessing.
All photos for this blog post are by Isa David-Ben-Rafael and are owned by IsraeLightly