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The Beautiful and Tragic Life of Ginny Rosenbloom

At shiva, the wedding album laid open on the dining room table. Those who came to comfort a grieving family saw the pictures of a very handsome couple as they kissed under a gazebo on a beautiful summer’s day. They were so young looking in the pictures. Their smiles conveyed a sense of limitless potential of life worth living. How beautiful and radiant was the bride in a portrait of her in her wedding dress as the ocean behind her defined a beautiful back drop. The date was August 1994.

For a short 9 years, Marc and Ginny lived a story book life. A bright, loving couple with promising careers that did jobs so well they drew praises from supervisors. They had dreams they wished to fulfill as they embarked on a sacred journey, hand-in-hand as lovers, soulmates and best friends. They were joined in this world by 2 sons—Michael and Jeffrey. They bought a home in Niskayuna to raise them. They belonged to the synagogue. And they had a mini-van as they prepared to schlep their children around to the numerous activities they wished to share with them.

Then the world in which they lived was thrown into upheaval and chaos. It was 2003. On a cold January afternoon, the family mini-van crashed on Balltown Road—less than 3 miles from their home. Ginny was driving and the toddler, Jeffrey, were in his car seat next to his pre-schooler, big brother, Michael. The reasons for the accident are inconsequential but the ramifications are clear– Ginny and her son, Jeffrey, was critically injured. Michael emerged from the accident with minor bumps and bruises. There was a helicopter transport to Albany Med. Jeffrey died a day or so later, but Ginny’s injuries caused her death 15 years later.

The times in the hospital and in the days afterwards were somewhat a whirlwind. I do vividly remember sitting with Jeffrey before he died— he looked so peaceful, almost angelic as his little body lay in a big bed. Had he been in home, any one of us would have smiled and sighed at this sweet soul. But this was not the case now. He was in ICU and we waited for him to leave us. Not too far away was Ginny, his mother, who was recovering from brain surgery. I can recall the numbness that surrounded us the day we buried Jeffrey—it was cold. A family devastated by loss, groping for answers, seeking a positive resolve as Ginny was still in critical care. It was heart wrenching. Memories were snapshots of recollections with no sense of fluidity—just moments etched in the heart; one more painful than the next.

But what came next was something that provided a definition of true love. For almost 15 years, Ginny lived in a nursing home. And each and every day, Marc was there. He left his job to care for her, to be with her, to make sure she got the care she deserved. Marc’s parents moved up from Queens to help raise Michael; Ginny’s parents relocated from Maryland to help out as well. Routines were set and life began to take a course of a new normal—if one could call it that. What we all saw was nothing less than heroic. In her vibrancy, Ginny gave life to Marc. In her current state, Marc returned that love in ample measure. He made sure she was not stripped of her dignity. There was a woman with a radiant smile and a keen eye for detail, who was trapped in a shell of her former existence. Occasionally she smiled and one could see a glimmer of that spark which so many admired. Occasionally there was a moment of recognition. But those moments were far and few between. Marc did what he knew he had to do; a task that no one ever wants to do and few are actually capable of doing. What Marc never let the world forget was Ginny was once the young bride who beamed with glee as she was hoisted on a chair at her wedding. Marc never let Michael forget that Ginny once possessed a gifted intellect that Michael seemed to have inherited. Marc balanced his day-to-day existence to make sure a son was raised with love and a wife was given the care she deserved with love.

Virginia Rosenbloom died nearly 15 years after that accident. But the funeral was filled with the sadness and sweet remembrances in vivid detail as if her vibrancy never left us. One could not help but be caught up in the emotions as friends, family and co-workers spoke of her as she lived and not in the way she died. The memories were as vivid as if they happened yesterday and voices quivered with the utmost sincerity of grief. Ginny’s life had 4 defined chapters—the little girl who was full of life; the beautiful soul who blossomed in college and found her own voice; the young newlywed who was in love with her best friend and became a mother; and the woman who defied death by surrounding herself with those who sought to give her dignity.

How we all smiled and cried in the sanctuary as speaker after speaker spoke of Ginny. Her cousin spoke of the little girl who loved the beach and played in the sand and waters of Jones Beach. She remembered her cousin giggling as they spoke “girl talk” under a Scott Baio poster in her room. She spoke of the little girl who could be teased by an older brother as Ginny went down into the basement to play. Then there was a college friend, who spoke on behalf of the other “College Cupcakes”—a nickname for their college intramural softball team. She spoke of Ginny’s love of life and the outdoors and her unshakable study habits. Last to speak was the couple who introduced Marc and Ginny. They were friends first, we were told. Then love blossomed. We all were amazed how Ginny’s boss spoke of her incredible work ethic and her keen eye for detail. There was such love and admiration from a supervisor over a staff member who was last at her desk 15 years earlier. That was Ginny’s magic— once in your heart, always there.

Here is the legacy that Ginny left for us. This is one I ask you to share. Let me ask you to do something which might seem a bit goofy, but do it for Ginny’s sake. Take hold of the hand of someone you love. Squeeze it and gently let your thumbs caress the hand. Feel the presence of the other. Then close your eyes. Take a deep breath in and recall the moments of life you shared together. Hopefully a small smile will cross your face, maybe a tear will form in your eye. After a few minutes, open your eyes and look into the eyes of the other. Speak to them—share with them what they mean to you. And then listen to them as they speak to you. Cherish these moments…. For this is truly what living is about. Do this for Ginny. Do it as Ginny wished to do for Marc, for Michael, for Jeffrey, and all those who she loved.

Though many of you didn’t know her, you can remember this woman in this way—she was someone special, a true “campus cupcake”!Read more at:Yellow Bridesmaid Dresses | Pink Bridesmaid Dresses

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How to find the best bridal dance lessons in Sydney

The first dance as a husband and wife is a moment that will be treasured forever. However, it is often an event that can bring up anxiety for some, as many brides are not confident with their dancing skills.

Therefore, finding the best bridal dance lessons in Sydney is so important. By having some lessons, a couple can look natural and confident on the dance floor, and truly embrace the special moment. This article will explain how to find the best bridal dance lessons in Sydney, so the first dance can be the highlight of the evening.

What style of dancing is needed?

When looking for lessons it is important to establish what style of dancing is needed. As Sydney is a very multicultural area a wedding may be a traditional Indian wedding, a Greek wedding or something entirely different.

The theme of the wedding will influence what style of dancing will be occurring and so what types of lessons are needed. Once a style has been chosen, then it is easier to find a dance school that specialises in that niche.

Even if a wedding does not have a certain theme, it is still important o know what type of dancing is wanting. A bride may want a more elegant dance with ballroom influences or may want something fun and silly like hip-hop. Whatever the desires, it must be decided first before finding a company that will fit.

What is the timeframe?

When looking for bridal Sydney dance lessons it is key to know the timeframe. There is no point approaching companies without this knowledge as they won’t know if they have time in their schedule or not.

Figuring out when the wedding is going to be as well as an ideal time frame for lessons is a huge advantage. It is also a good idea to decide on lesson frequency e.g. weekly, fortnightly or monthly. This way no time is wasted when approaching relevant businesses in Sydney as a straight up no or yes can be given right away.

Furthermore, it is important to book lessons as far in advance as possible. While of course, quick weddings do happen, it is less likely to end up in disappointment if booking are made very early on. The best companies are in high-demand and some may even have a wait list so remember to book lessons as early as possible.

Price shop

As soon as the word ‘wedding’ is mentioned, prices tend to go through the roof. Having said this, it doesn’t mean that a bride has to settle on the first quote given. It is wise to get a few ideas of costs from a few different companies to ensure that nobody is getting ripped off.

On the other hand, if a company is priced well below others they may not be the best quality. Aim for a business that offers a price range somewhere in the middle for the best chance of finding a great company.

Have a trial lesson

Companies that go above and beyond will offer trial lessons before any dance packages are bought. A great idea is to set aside a week or fortnight and book in a few different lessons to see which ones are best suited.

If a website does not have a trial option, then give them a call to see if they offer one. If they do not then it is perfectly okay to walk away. After all, a lot of money will be spent, and everyone wants to find the best lessons they can.

Check reviews

Checking reviews is another great way to find out how good a company is. Check posts that the business is tagged in on Instagram and Facebook to see if they have previous happy customers.

A Google search for reviews will reveal a lot and of course, word of mouth is often the best way to decipher if people are happy with a certain company. Before deciding on who to choose, it is a wise move to read reviews and testimonials first.

Choose someone you connect with

At the end of the day, the price, style, and timeframe may all be right but a bride must connect with the teacher. Again, finding this out in a trial is a great way to decide if a connection is made.

A good teacher will make someone feel comfortable but still give valuable feedback. A great teacher will have realistic expectations, while still making the experience fun and ensure the bride feels special.Read more at:vintage wedding dresses | wedding dresses adelaide


The Disappointing Truth Ring Bearers Have to Live With

I remember when my brother was a tiny page boy—er, ring bearer—and my family sat in rapt attention as he performed his noble duty of walking steadily down the long aisle, pretending to balance a thousand dollars worth of gold that symbolized eternal love on a slippery pillow. It's no wonder he soon upchucked all over his rented child's tux—the nerves must have gotten to him!

The closest ancestor of the rather recent American invention of the ring bearer is the page boy, who was required to carry the queen’s train when she walked down the aisle since (obviously) it was “too heavy for the bride to walk with on her own,” according to wedding historian Susan Waggoner. Thank goodness my brother only had to carry the imaginary rings; if he had to haul 20 feet of the finest imported satin and then hurled all over it, the laundering bill would have consumed his college savings!

I asked my brother to recall the events of that fateful day. He begins by nonchalantly saying he doesn’t remember much because it was 19 years ago and and he was only six, then dives into the specifics. “I thought it was exciting to dress up and war the tux and felt bad I ruined it,” he says. “I was supposed to dance with someone—I can’t remember if it was the flower girl, bride, mom, or someone in the bridal party—and I was excited about it. But I didn’t get to do it because I was in the basement during the whole reception, just in my white undershirt laying on the couch.” No Macarena, no chicken dance, nothing. Then he even dares to get a bit petty (but who among us wouldn’t in his circumstance?): “Also pretty sure I was called the ‘ring bear,’ not ‘bearer,’ and thought it was kind of strange.” Precocious children run in my family.

Now the unfortunate details leading up to the actual upchuck episode could have happened to any single one of us. After all that pressure to deliver as a mere first grader who could barely count to ten, he needed something to take the edge off. He sat down for the reception, and what was before him but two truffles packaged so delightfully with the phrase, “love is sweet.” Love is sweet, he thought, stuffing both chocolates into his mouth at once. And in mere minutes love spewed out all over the place settings and table cloth, which my dad quickly taco’d and disposed of.

I decided to run this story by my dad to see if it’s an accurate account. My dad’s response was: “I just remember it happening and being like like holy s**t!!! Didn't see that coming!!!!” I personally recall my dad trying to conceal the state of the tux upon returning it to the rental company and asked him if that was true. “I don’t recall,” he parrots the futile refrain of all powerful white men.

Waggoner writes that ring bearers’ “function has become largely decorative” and they “are not essential elements of weddings.” Say that to the sad little boy laying in the basement, Ms. Waggoner! What I want to say to my brother is: you are not alone. Just listen to these other accounts!

Myca says she asked her two nephews to be ring bearers, carrying vintage books with ribbon, and she was later informed that her oldest nephew was disappointed when he learned he had carried a fake ring down the aisle: “A few months later I let him hold my wedding ring, and he was so happy! I had no idea he felt like that. I guess he really wanted that responsibility.” Hope experienced something similar with her nephew, who was ”upset and embarrassed because he didn’t carry an actual ring down the aisle in my sister’s wedding.” So when Hope asked him to be her ring bearer, she assured him he would certainly carry her rings. “He made it all the way to the best man, dropped the box on the ground when he was handing it over, and left it!” Talk about a mastermind of revenge; I need to meet this kid!

Laura’s nephew carried a Poké Ball ring holder down the aisle: “After the ceremony, he freaked out when he opened it and it was empty. We had to reassure him that the rings were safe and he had done his job well.” Jenn’s ring bearers “forgot to sit down and stayed standing with all the groomsmen being very alert in their ‘roles!’”

All these kids are taking their jobs super seriously, and they are totally being punk’d. It’s like they think they are competing in the Olympics, but all the viewers know it’s just little league. The transaction is clear for flower girls, who pretty well know that they’re there to look cute, (what else are women good for?). And that is something they totally can’t mess up, cuz baby, they were born with it. Meanwhile, the boys are under the impression that they are basically being entrusted to manage our investment portfolios, but our accounts are filled with Monopoly money. Imagine thinking you’re the wolf on Wall Street and finding out you’re just trading paper money for plastic houses; you might just toss your cookies, too.Read more at:Yellow Bridesmaid Dresses | Pink Bridesmaid Dresses

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