9 Kislev 5778.
I have lived long enough to have a third generation reach adulthood. It boggles the mind.
This is a love song to my Lily, whose existence is a miracle, even more than every child is a miracle, whose birth brought closer hearts separated by misfortune, bad choices, gulfs of continents and seas and cultures.
Lily, you make everyone who meets you smile. You have brought out the best in people who may have remained ordinary, and brought out the magic in people who are trying their best to save the world, one child at a time.
You're in the process of making a little brother an even better and finer and more sensitive super-hero than he would have been without you. (No doubt, the baby brother will gain from these lessons as well.)
None of us knows how much light you have to add to this tragic little world, nor for how long.
But your distant grandmother wishes for you and for all of us who love you that your light will shine and continue to refine all of us.
Thank you for coming into my life, little person, little hummer of ancient songs. I love you.
"...Darling Lily, is an angel from Heaven
Come to see us a little while
Stage door Johnnies wait for her
Our voices encore her
They just adore her style
Darling Lily, doesn't dream of the heart
She keeps on breaking with just a smile..."
from the song by Henry Mancini