My grandmother Tzivia Feiga Dorfman passed away earlier today.
She was 88.
She was my link to Judaism - both quite literally, my mother's mother - but more importantly spiritually. She had a love for Yiddishkeit that inspired and directed her entire family, each in their way.
She was 88.
She was my link to Judaism - both quite literally, my mother's mother - but more importantly spiritually. She had a love for Yiddishkeit that inspired and directed her entire family, each in their way.
She was tenacious and proud - living through personal turmoil and crisis, growing in her faith and dedication on the way.
She was active in addiction education, speaking with the late Rabbi Abraham Twerski, bringing his work to Montreal.
She sent packages to her cousins, trapped in the Soviet Union, and sponsored a Persian Jewish family to help them escape Iran when the Shah fell.
She sent packages to her cousins, trapped in the Soviet Union, and sponsored a Persian Jewish family to help them escape Iran when the Shah fell.
She’s survived by my mother, Mushka Lightstone, uncle Yechiel Dorfman, grandchildren and great grandchildren in Canada, America and Israel.
I wrote some more of my memories and thoughts here.
I'd appreciate if you read them.
mytechtribe.substack.com/p/remembering-…
I'd appreciate if you read them.
mytechtribe.substack.com/p/remembering-…
Two other memories not in there:
She asked me once in Yeshivah what I needed. I told her the truth, I needed some socks. For a solid two years after she sent me a 24 pack of massive while gym socks, probably once every six months, in order to keep my feet warm.
She asked me once in Yeshivah what I needed. I told her the truth, I needed some socks. For a solid two years after she sent me a 24 pack of massive while gym socks, probably once every six months, in order to keep my feet warm.
When I was in yeshivah in Montreal, she used to complain I wasn't eating properly, and would insist that I had to come over for a steak.
No one else was allowed to have it - I don't think she'd let my grandfather touch it even. It was just for me.
No one else was allowed to have it - I don't think she'd let my grandfather touch it even. It was just for me.
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