Rachel Susan Beit-Halahmi

Each and every one of us feels his Mom is or was the best Mom in the world, I am no different, as I see it she was the best.

Mom never talked really about her younger years all I know is that she went to an art school "Betzalel" and that in the 1948 war she worked the phones like her sister shula did.

I miss her very much, the person I could always come and talk to about my problems, my achievements, and any other subject, she was always there.

I remember when I had a fight with my grandma (my mothers mother) when I was about 10 years old, we use to go to my grandma for lunch every day, and after the fight I would not go there to eat, nor will I eat what she cooked and was brought for me home. After the second day my mom came to my room when I was in bed ready to go to sleep, and asked me to please come with them to grandma the next day, and when I refused she tried to hide it, but she was crying torn between me and her mom. I felt bad, and agreed to go just to make mom feel better, so she doesn't cry.

Mom did not have an easy life, even it looked like she does, dad is a hard person, the house was a very cold old building with no heat other then few small heaters (heating oil was too expensive).

Her letter to me after they begun taking the roof off so they can build above, and rain water coming in all over, broke my heart, the paper was still damp from tears of hers.

I regret the years I did not keep in touch with her, I wanted to write every day, but I didn't, there is no excuse or reason why not, it was wrong.

In 1999 I went there with Doron to visit for the first time since 1982, My Brother opened the door and all I could see was my Mom, all white hair standing there looking, nothing could have stopped me at that minute from going to hug her, it was like the world came to a stop, and all that was there was My mother and me, we hugged for long before I noticed my youngest brother standing there.

It looked like my Mom waited to see me before passing away, she had cancer, and signed a document refusing treatment, all they did was keep her comfortable. when I came she said just Shalom Dani (hello dani), after a while she noddd off to sleep, she never again woke up, two days later we buried Mom In Har Hamenuchot in Jerusalem.

Before I left Israel, Guy and Lilach took me back to her grave, I bought flowers with all the Israeli money I still had on me, and I sat and cried there like I never did before, I could not stop.

I haven't been in Israel since, but when I do, First thing I will do is go to her grave and put a ton of flowers.

She will always be in my heart... I LOVE YOU IMA.

• Reference: MyHeritage Family Trees - SmartCopy: Jun 28 2017, 18:49:35 UTC