Marion Goldstein: How to leave Broward
None of Marion’s friends came to say goodbye to her at Levitt Weinstein in Hollywood.
She had outlived them all.
Her son Howard faced his friends from behind the simple pine coffin and spoke about his mother.
“Mom trusted me to backpack alone in Europe before I started law school. She let me know how she was proud of me. In any controversy I had her unconditional support. In her later years I would fly here for the weekend to fill her refrigerator with chocolate milk and treat her to a bag of Bugles and some Lindt chocolates. It was never a chore to run her errands . I looked forward to it. She let me know how much she appreciated me. She acknowledged every thing I did for her.
My partner David? She called him her other son. She loved him too.
When it was time for her to go, she managed to see us one more time on a Friday before she slipped away on Saturday. Arrangements were in place on Sunday and her goodbye was Monday.
A shiva platter from the Sage Deli on Hallandale Beach Boulevard.
No people who didn’t matter.
No speeches that went on too long.
Exactly how Mom wanted it.