I had trouble falling asleep last night. I tossed and turned until almost 2 a.m., which isn’t like me. Something was off, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Today was busy. Passover preparations and major WordPress tech issues left little time for me to be alone with my thoughts. But I knew what day it was — all day. It wasn’t until after I sent an email to all SOLSC participants just before 9 p.m. this evening that I had the chance to reflect on the importance of today.
On March 24th, 2007, my Grandma passed away. As a result, she missed a joyful year of events (i.e., my graduation from Teachers College, my 30th birthday, and my wedding), which made losing her — my final living grandparent — painful. My grandfather (her husband) died at 80 years old in March 1990, which was a few months before my Bat Mitzvah. Knowing that I was going to have to navigate a banner year without my Grandma made her death feel like déja vû.
My Grandma learned how to use a computer & email when she was in her mid-80s so we affectionally nicknamed her “Ebubbey.” Ebubbey passed away at 92 years old with all of her faculties. On her deathbed she predicted Barack Obama would win the Democratic nomination for the presidency in 2008! Perhaps she was also clairvoyant since most people thought Hillary Clinton would win the nomination.
Speaking of Ebubbey’s deathbed, to this day I am thankful my former principal allowed me to drop everything — in the midst of parent-teacher conferences — so I could fly to Florida to be with Ebubbey in the final days of her life when I learned how ill she was. It still brings me peace to know I spent the final days of Ebubbey’s life beside her in the hospital. Besides talking about presidential politics, I had the chance to atone for being a snotty and impatient teenager. (She forgave me.) In addition, I used all of the days the NYC Department of Education gave for the death of a grandparent so I could sit shiva with my mom after Ebubbey passed away. Not a single one of my students’ parents complained to me about missing six days of school or having their parent-teacher conference rescheduled. These things made the loss of my grandmother a little easier to navigate.
Isabelle is named after Ebubbey. While she looks nothing like my grandmother, there are times she makes the same facial expressions. How is this possible? I often wonder. Ebubbey died nearly four years before Isabelle was born! I have photos, dating back to the time Isabelle was 11 months old, that make me do a double-take since it’s as if I can see Ebubbey in Isabelle’s face.
You may know how the Slice of Life Story Challenge began in my fourth-grade classroom, but you probably don’t know why it’s in March. I’ll tell you, in case you’ve ever wondered why it’s in one of the longest months of the year.
Nearly 11 months after Ebubbey died, which was a mere two months after my wedding), I was still missing her even though I knew Ebubbey lived a long life. I needed a distraction so what better way than to throw myself into writing alongside my students daily for a month while attempting to cobble together a challenge for adults online!?!?! March of 2008 was a little less sad since I was so busy teaching, writing, and blogging that it made the first anniversary of my grandmother’s death (and the 18th anniversary of my grandfather’s death) easier.
I try to stay true to the original mission of the challenge by writing small moment stories for my slice of life blog posts. However, today I needed to share a little bit about my grandmother on the 14th anniversary of her passing.
I’ll be back with a typical slice of life story tomorrow.
21 thoughts on “Ebubbey #SOL21”
I love knowing about how the challenge came to be. Thanks for sharing this. I’m sorry yesterday was a rough day. I’m so glad you found a few moments to remember your grandmother.
This Slice was exactly perfect for today. Thank you sharing.
Grandmothers are so important. It’s a special bond like no other. I feel that for mine and my children feel that for theirs. Ebubbey sounds like a wonderful woman. It’s no wonder you created such a enduring project as a way to cope with her loss. And the connection with Isabelle is so interesting. Perhaps you make those faces. Or it’s genetics!
Thank you so much for sharing about your grandmother and about the March challenge. Some people remain a part of our lives and are alive to us even if they are not physically present. Regards.
That is for telling the story of how the challenge started. I can related to starting a new tradition to soothe grief. Look how much impact you have had on so many.
Ahhh, you know from my writing that I too am who I am because of my grandparents – so I particularly loved reading about yours. So many beautiful nuggets of importance here, and yes, appreciate knowing the background to Slice of Life! Tell her stories and keep her memories alive, Stacey. Tell her stories.
What a legacy your grandparents have left in you and now your children. Ebubbey sounds like she would love this way to keep you extra busy at this challenging time of year.
So glad to read the story behind all the stories. Thanks for adding a photo, too. You honor Ebubbey wonderfullly through this community. I feel such gratitude to be a part of it. Thank you.
What a tribute to your grandmother. She sounds like a wonderful lady. I love the pic of you…I thought it was Isabelle at first!
My 80s clothes make me cringe, but I suppose that’s what they’re supposed to do.
That said, I was in fourth grade, which is the grade Isabelle is in now, when this photo was taken. Therefore, I understand how you might’ve thought it was her at first glance.
I think old fashion is coming back! No need to cringe. 😊
This is so beautiful, Stacey. It brought tears to my eyes. Losing grandparents is so incredibly hard. Your love for Ebubbey shines through all you wrote here. I am glad you decided to write about her and how Slice of Life started. The greatest honor, to name your first child after her. I feel privileged to be part of this wonderful community of writers that you created, and I am thankful to have such a wonderful friend in my life. Your entire family warms my heart. Sweet, sweet photograph.
Thank you for sharing the story. A beautiful tribute to your grandmother.
I can feel the deep love you had and continue to have for your grandmother in this piece. We learn so much from those who come before us. Thank you for sharing this slice with all of us.
It´s a lovely story. You move me! I love how this great challenge started. It came from de heart and that is something palpable even 14 years later!
Thank you ALL for your kind comments. They meant so much to both me and my mother.
This is so moving. That final grandparent is so precious! I know how it is. I’m sure she’s been beaming with pride all day, to see how you still carry her love and her spirit in your heart!
Thanks for sharing the background and sorry for the loss of your lovely grandma. It’s wonderful that she kind of brought the SOL into being!
Thanks for sharing this story, Stacey. Grandmas are such an important part of our lives and this is a beautiful reminder that their influence lives on.
This is such a beautiful piece, Stacey, and so heartwarming. You really capture the essence of Ebubbey (such an adorable nickname), even that she predicted Obama would win so early on. I love this post. Hope you sleep well tonight knowing you and the memory of your beloved grandma touched so many lives.