I am dreading tomorrow night. I’ve been dreading it for seven weeks.
I could fabricate all sorts of reasons why she wasn’t at services. Why we didn’t speak regularly on the phone. Why we didn’t visit one another.
But there is only one reason why she won’t be at the seder tomorrow night.
Deep down, I think I kept believing that if the seder didn’t happen, she must still be here.
I guess I can’t pretend anymore.
I miss you, Grandma.
My heart is filled with sadness for my friend, Jack, whose own beloved grandmother (Miriam bat Shoshanna) died this past week. Even in the midst of his grief, he pulled together Haveil Havalim. Please go check it out and leave words of consolation.