When I think Zlata, I think sunshine, light, warmth.
When I think Zlata, I think life, laughter, caring.
When I think Zlata, I think kindness, wisdom, beauty, fun.
Zlata was a generous giver-she cared, she made you feel special.
I was truly privileged and happy to have had Zlata in my life – it made it richer.
I will never forget seeing Zlata at my father’s funeral. It was bitterly cold and snowing ,
the roads unsafe, but she came to support me, and I felt warm.
After I left Hebrew Academy, I was ill. Zlata called me and with genuine concern interrogated me
about each symptom, and comforted me greatly.
For me Zlata will always be alive. I will always remember her smiling, singing along with radio “ Unforgettable…”
with gusto, sweeping through the classroom, laughing with the children and teachers, adjusting her hair, delightedly kissing baby Moishe,
just bursting with life and energy.
I love you, Zlata!
Sofya.
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