Last Saturday, May 30, marked five years since my mom died. In 2010, it was the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend. We had stayed with her late into the evening on Saturday, and one of the last things we read aloud and sang to her in hospice was havdalah. It was fitting, therefore, that she chose the wee hours of Sunday morning to separate herself from this world and move on to Olam Ha‑Ba. Exactly three years later, I (finally) graduated from Baruch College's School of Public Affairs with an MPA, an event that ultimately, I was insistent my dad and I attend.
