My Passover Miracle

Florida had been exceptional. My Mom, Marion Schwarz had enjoyed a wonderful season with my sister Susie and me, her son Alan. We had driven to Florida in November and were returning in April for Passover.

It had been a magnificent season and we had enjoyed a ton of fun. My Mom loved to play at Casinos so we visited the Hard Rock Classic and the Seminole Hard Rock. We spent time at Calder and a place in Hallandale called ‘’Mardi Gras’’. We visited a couple of other places Gulfstream and a place in Pompano called ‘’The Isle’’. In between, she had done a lot of shopping at Kohls and other favourite spots. She had lived her life the way she liked and she never sat still. It was a tremendously fun winter.

I loved playing Spanish Black Jack with her. I would sit at the table and marvel at her ability to make strategic bets and how good a player she was.

Like any good time, reality beckoned. We had to come back to Canada as she wanted to spend Passover with the family. Funny enough, we all had hesitations about leaving. We had enjoyed our time together and even discussed staying, but my Mom wanted to see her Grandchildren and my Brother Jay and Sister-In Jacky, so we headed home.

We went to my Brother’s place for the first night of Passover and on her way to the table situated in the dining room, my Mom stumbled and fell. She knew…