Martin Grossman wrote the following powerful and poignant letter to his Aunt Rosol , Hanukkah, 2008. He thought it was his last Hanukkah. Turns out his feeling of his impending death was only off by one year. Martin was executed on February 16, 2010.
“Dear Tantellaski, Chanukkah Night
Feelin (drawing of a sad face with tears)
Happy Chanukkah,
Martin Grossman on death row with his late mother, Myra
May this wacky letter find you all in great spirituality and healthfulness.
Really missin’ my mammalaski…
Thank you… for the unexpected $50.00 gelt,
And the book of cute holiday stamps.
Thank you…. for the love and wishes for Chanukkah.
Be forwarned, the other page enclosed was scribbled
during, shortly after my watching 2 Chanukkah specials on P.B.S.
Please photocopy and give one to Rhonda for me.
Maybe she’d want to include it in the documentary?
I’m outta here.
May the lord always be with, bless, love and protect you always.
Love always,
Martin
I have just been blessed to view two Chanukkah programs on P.B.S.
1) “A Chunukkah Celebration” hosted by the beautiful Fran Drescher.
2) “Lights Celebrate Hanukkah Live Concert 2008”
The following are some raw emotions during/after my viewing:
Being able to feel such sadness and heartache at one point during
Chanukkah – or this is the first Chanukkah without my dear mother…
and quite probably “my very last Chanukkah” due to my situation!
But to also feel such joy/pain, pride/regret, watching all of the beautiful
children and young adults singing the blessings – –
I am overwhelmed by a wave of emotion,
my heart begins to swell, my throat tighten up,
and all of these damn cold tears stream down my cheeks
instantly I have been reduced to a blubbering mess.
Something so moving, so beautiful,
yet also so very painful and bittersweet
the absolute reality of my loneliness takes hold of me,
for the first time in 24 years I now feel its’ total being!
No one to share the miracle with —
No wife, No girlfriend, No children
No fellowship here in Death Row – i am all alone here amongst 300 + !
No candles to light, No menorah, No Dreidel to spin (the remants of my youth)
No latkes, G-d how i miss the latkes.
Please understand this is how I your brother in Judaism must endure …
I am but an island of Judaism here,
self supporting, self reliant, steadfast in my beliefs, observances.
Lord I long for my own maccabean miracle,
surviving in my existence for over 24 years and counting, quite a feat,
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Instantly I have been reduced to a blubbering mess.
Something so moving, so beautiful,
Yet also oh so very painful and bittersweet
The absolute reality of my loneliness takes hold of me,
For the first time in 24 years I now feel its’ total being!
No one to share the miracle with –
No wife, No Girlfriend, No Children,
No fellowship here in Death Row – I am all alone here amongst 300 + !
No latkes, G-d how i miss the latkes.
Please understand this is how i your brother in Judaism must endure …
I am, but an island of Judaism here,
Self supporting, self reliant, steadfast in my beliefs, observances.
Lord I long for my own Maccabean miracle,
Surviving in my existence for over 24 years and counting, quite a feat
G-d willing I might still have more survival aspects to mount.
Martin Edward Grossman #A089742
On Chanukkah Kislev 25. 5769.”
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