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Name: Saul
Email: Singerfamily@dellnet.com
Relation: Son

To all of you, my extended family:
I would like to begin by expressing my appreciation for the wonderful support and love you have shown to me, my wife and children during this difficult time. It is surely a reflection of the wonderful, generous love my mother has unselfishly given to her children.

She loved all of you. We talked every Sunday at 3:00 and she lovingly gave us updates about each of you as events occurred in your lives. It was important to her that that family was connected, no matter what the distance.

We selected these words for her marker: "She loved and treasured her family". It represents her deepest value--family--and she brought us up with a belief that family is most important. Her family--our family--has been here to pay tribute to her and console her children. Her legacy is and will be one of love, closeness and family. I am so fortunate to have been her son, and to have had the wonders of her teaching and life example.

And I am blessed to be a part of this caring, supportive family. Thank you so much for honoring my mother and her values through your words and acts.

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Name: Loree Levy
Email: TOYDOGRSQ@AOL.COM
Relation: Cousin

While I was at a convention in Florida, Dennis called me with the devastating news about Selma. I think I didn't want to believe it because it just seemed impossible. We were just hugging, schmoozing, kibbitzing and laughing such a short time ago.

Since distance kept us from a daily relationship, I think if you are a Levy (or extension of), your distances are only as far as you allow them to be.

When thinking of Semla I can NEVER remember a time she did not smile. A glisten in her eyes and a smile on her face, yep, that is how I shall always remember her.

To Fran, Esther, Saul, Helen and Steve, I collectively hug you all and share with you this great loss.

She will NEVER be forgotten.....that smile.....

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Name: Lenore
Email: LenBug99@aol.com
Relation: Granddaughter

Everytime I pass by her house I can see the containers of cookies, the cabinet of candy, and drawer of pictures, playing cards, etc. Eighteen years of memories fill my mind and heart when I think about her. The times Natasha and I used to spend the night: she would feed us until we couldn't even look at food, play cards with us, beat me at anagrams, and no night is complete without those foot massages. My friend sent me an e-mail that I feel sums up her life very well....

How do you live your dash?
"I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the date on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth...
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash."

My grandma lived her "dash" with such immeasurable love and understanding. She is never gone as long as we continue to share her love.

~Lenore Danielle Singer~