1930 – 2015
Published on Philly.com on Jan. 22, 2015
My beautiful and beloved mother, Rhoda Albom, passed away over the weekend. Her funeral was Tuesday. Everything I am, I am because of her. There was no one like her, and no one who didn’t like her. She endured horrible losses in her life, and sewed her heart back together every time. She gave us the gift of conversation, of breaking the mold, of believing in ourselves, and of knowing, above all else, that we had a loving embrace to fall back into, no matter where we roamed.
She called me “Mitchie.” She held my arm when we walked. She talked to me for hours when I was a boy, leaning against her bed, never too tired, never too late. Although strokes left her silent the last four years, her voice is forever inside me, and her humor, insight and wisdom are in any story I tell. She is the real mother behind “For One More Day”, but nothing I write could come close to the rainbow she was.
She shared her light and her tireless heart with all who knew her. She and my father were everyone’s example of what a marriage should be. Getting used to a world without her in it will be very hard.
Thank you all for the kind words that have been sent, even though I have been too heartbroken to respond to most. Time and her loving memory will get us back on our feet.