Remembrance of my loving mother, Doris M. Breitborde. Passing peacefully on Feb. 27, 2004

An individual attending the funeral today spoke with me before the service and mentioned that as it was raining, it reminded him of something his mother used to say. That was, “that rain at a funeral meant the person that had passed away must have had a very good soul”. I certainly think this is true of my mother.

My mother found comfort in the knowledge of her loving family and she considered the families her children married into a part of that loving family.

I was up last night writing, writing and writing concerning what I would tell you about my mother. There are many things I would like to say about her. I would think, almost any child could write volumes about their mother. I certainly could about mine. But I think instead I would like to read a verse from a poem by John G. C. Brainard, which for me seems to describe how most people that knew my mother and father, thought of them. Two people in love, but with a love that melds two lives as if they were one.

“I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
And mingled into one…”

We were fortunate to have had both my mother and father for so long - but through them I realize that life should not be measured by the number of breaths we take, but rather by the moments that take our breath away.