Tragedy

19th Chisleu
December 15th

Dear Diary;
Because of one delay after another we were not able to go as soon as we wanted to. The most tragic is that my Savta suddenly took ill. She was my mother’s mother, and always very dear to me. I couldn't bear to leave her when she was so low, but she passed away, so we will sadly depart after the funeral. This will be all for now, for I want to take one last look at her calm, still face before we follow the bier to the grave site.