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Tante Goldy

By |2021-02-25T12:39:19-05:00October 27, 2015|

I was young when we used to go visit my great-aunt Tante Goldy. But I remember her smile well. It lit up her face and made her eyes twinkle. Tanta Goldy’s smile had a way of making everyone feel comfortable. The years went by. The family visits ended, and I saw Tanta Goldy mostly at family simchahs. Each time I saw her she would give me a great [...]

Shehechiyanu

By |2021-02-25T12:39:19-05:00October 20, 2015|

Life is settling down into blessed routine. Yom tov was wonderful, B”H. Although very hectic as usual, there were so many special moments I feel grateful for. But after weeks of cooking and serving and then doing it all over again, I am ready for routine. As I was putting away the last of yom tov I found my mind wandering to many past yomim tovim. The family [...]

My Mother’s Yahrtzeit

By |2021-02-25T12:39:19-05:00September 7, 2015|

I was about to leave to the grocery store when the phone rang. It was my mother. My stomach dropped. She didn’t sound good. “Mommy,” I said, full of concern, “what is going on?” She answered, “I just spoke to the doctor. The results just came in. There is cancer all over my body. He is willing to try to treat it, but from a medical viewpoint I [...]

Comfort From A Mountain

By |2021-02-25T12:39:19-05:00August 11, 2015|

To My Dear Parents, So much has changed since the last time I spoke to you. I have so many things to share. I have so many questions to ask. I feel so sad that you’re not here for me. I miss you and I think about you every day. Sometimes the pain is so great it feels like I will topple over from it. At these times [...]

A Day To Mourn

By |2021-02-25T12:39:19-05:00August 5, 2015|

I was waiting for the phone call. I grabbed it as soon as it rang, and I heard the news. Mazel tov! It’s a girl! My sister’s baby daughter was born on Tisha B’av afternoon. Unexpectedly, following the waves of joy came the pangs of hurt fast and furiously. Everything seemed wrong. My mother should have been the one to call me with the news. Instead I was [...]

Siyum Musings

By |2021-02-25T12:39:19-05:00July 10, 2015|

My father called that day “Black Monday.” It was the day that the doctor said to my parents, “I am sorry, but there is nothing more we can do for your son. It is your choice if you would like to let him die in the hospital or at home.” It wasn’t a decision. There was nothing my brother wanted more than to be at home. And so [...]

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