When we strip away our face of youth, when we no longer have a career we’re pursuing, when appearances are insignificant, when keeping life busy and full of tasks is not valued… who are we? Some learn earlier than others that only the ones we love are essential to life. We simply become who we are through the ones we have loved and love. It is the warmth of loving and being loved which defines and becomes us forever.
Eleanor Dashevsky was a beloved mother, grandmother and poet.
