I met Miriam Kabliski Cohen quite by accident, and for me it was a life-changing event.
My first impression of her was of a small, white-haired lady, who walked with a slight stoop and had a forei.
One day when I was visiting my mother, Miriam or Mira - as her friends and family called her - stopped by to visit.
My ninety-four-year-old widowed mother had recently moved into an assisted living facility in Venice, Florida, after my step-father died in 2009, and Miriam was her next-door neighbor.
I met Miriam Kabliski Cohen quite by accident, and for me it was a life-changing event