We all knew it would happen. Despite your consistently high spirits, your infectious optimism, your belief that giving up was not an option.
This was true long before your diagnosis, and all the more so since.
Who else would manage to turn a course of chemotherapy into a weekly opportunity to meet old friends for a drink? Or continue her job as a swim instructor, while on chemo, because it rejuvenated her? Or take the time each and every week to reach out to her hundreds
(thousands?!) of friends, family, readers and fans.
Like any blogger, I am usually a person of words. Now, it seems, there is nothing to say.... except to ask Why?
The question only echoes back darkly, as I think of your beautiful kids, your supportive husband, continuing on without you. You made it quite clear: Pity is not your way, and faith is always the answer. Oh, to have that kind of clarity!
We were supposed to get together and paint.... just the idea got both of us so excited! It was you, RivkA, who inspired me to write. Now, after nearly a year away from this blog, your death has inspired me to return. You had that kind of strength, encouraging people to do their best, be themselves, reach their goals, believe in God, and tell it like it is.
RivkA, you're gone. We miss you horribly. But know this: Your love and enthusiasm are here to stay.
רבקה בת ישעיה, לכי בשלום.
Photo credits go to That Guy I Married, who succeeded in capturing RivkA's energy and enthusiasm for the camera, at her daughter A's bat mitzvah last June.