A doodle that quickly turned into a prayer. She's earned a shomer sitter, and also stroking a cat. She earned that. And I put Onyx there because, well, I just think they'd admire each other if they ever met.

The numbers on us refer to Tzaddik status. She fulfilled a sign of righteousness by dying on Rosh Hashanah, possibly identifying her as one of the 36. Meanwhile, 35 is a number that's very sacred to me, personally, so that's on me, I'm not claiming to be one (and I wouldn't be if I said I was). And my first initial and the sum of my middle names add up to it, I learned while doing this. But I'm not labeling myself "LAD," for obvious reasons.

(Text: "May the memory of the righteous be a blessing. Peace be upon her.)