The Best Bubbe
Mom definitely found her calling when she became a grandmother. When she was with Emma and then a few years later, Max and Connor too, she was full of joy. She let herself laugh with abandon... sometimes so hard that she could barely breathe. She came up with endless art and science and nature projects. She made a mess and didn't care. She lost track of hours of time and it didn't matter. She was happy. Truly happy. For the first time in my life, I saw her just be in the moment.
She swept in like super woman when they were newborns and I could barely hold it all together. She didn't bat an eye. She handled everything. She stayed up all night and actually loved it. She couldn't get enough of them.
That's how I will remember my mom. With my children. Happy. Spontaneous. Giggly. Content. Without a plan. Caring about nothing else in the world. They will never forget their Bubbe. And I will never forget the way she was when love was so deep that it was hard to even put into words.
From
Evelyn Taylor
My SISTER, the BUBBE
Looking at these pictures makes me so happy to see her joy and so sad that she has gone. Libbie was a world-class bubbe. Nothing was too much or too hard for her to do for you, Emma, Connor and Max. She "kvelled" with every step forward you made. Her superb creativity came out when she planned playtime and projects for you. Her face lit up, her laughter bubbled over and filled our hearts. If anything could help ease the tragic pain of her losses, it was you three golden children. How I wish she could witness the beautiful people you have become and the magic you will create in the world. So much lies ahead for you three and I hope you always keep her memory close in your hearts. You made her whole again. ♥♥♥
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