Mom will be missed, but never forgotten

On June 22, my dear mom Ruth Feig, a”h, passed away peacefully in her home. While I am grateful that she lived to be 92-1/2, her passing has left a huge void in my life as well as the lives of my siblings and children.

My mom, a”h, was known by many names. She was born Faiga Rifka bat Mordechai Halevi. Her parents and siblings called her Rifchu, and later Rudy. To the customers at the Anchor Savings Bank in Boro Park, she was your “Anchor Banker” and then affectionately dubbed “The nice lady from the bank.” When people found out my mom was the hostess at the bank they would always exclaim, “That’s your mom? I love her. She’s so sweet.”

Later on she also became Bobby Rudy and was adored by her grandchildren and great grandchildren.

My mother, a”h, didn’t have a mean bone in her body. She never held a grudge, even if someone was rude to her. I would ask her why she didn’t get annoyed at that particular person, and she would say, “maybe they just had a bad day.” Apologies to my kids; that trait obviously skipped a generation.

In her eyes, I, as well as my siblings, could do no wrong. We were the best, the prettiest, the nicest, the smartest. I guess she just skimmed over my report card.

When I was about four, my mom taught me how to tie my shoelaces. She marveled at how good I tied them, and said that when I started first grade (in those days kids didn’t go to school straight from the womb) everyone would line up to ask me to help them. I kid you not that on the first day I was waiting for the kids to ask for my help. Not even one kid asked.