Sylvia Belle Rosen Brown
DATELINE: WARWICK
Sylvia Belle Rosen Brown, 90, passed away on February 8, 2017. Beloved wife of the late Herbert Brown. Born July 18, 1926, the daughter of the late Helen and Herman Rosen, she was a lifelong resident of the Providence area, and a graduate of Hope High School and Green Mountain College. She was active in many organizations including Jewish Seniors Agency of Rhode Island, The Miriam Hospital, National Council of Jewish Women, and Hadassah, and a lifelong congregant of Temple Emanu-El. Survived by her daughters Andi, Ellen Effren (Jerry) and Heidi (Richard Moche), her grandchildren Sydney and Jack Zelinka; Jay Effren (Leigh); Hilary Effren; Isaac, Charlotte and Henry Moche; and great-granddaughter Hannah Effren. Funeral will be held on Sunday, February 12 at Temple Emanu-El at 10:00 A.M. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to Jewish Seniors Agency of Rhode Island, 100 Niantic Avenue, Providence, RI 02907. Shiva has been cancelled due to inclement weather.
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Thinking of you all. Hope your mother’s passing away was peaceful and you were comforted by your many memories.
I share with your family a poem that was shared with me at a time of loss and I share it forward.
DEATH IS NOTHING
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way, which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is an absolute unbroken continuity. What is Death but a negligent accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well