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I know what it’s like to lose someone. It’s that moment when you pick up the phone to ask your dad for stupid advice you would have ignored when you were younger. Or, you want to go for a walk, but the person you really want to walk with is gone, so you stay home and brood instead.
It’s the little things that get to you. It’s the slow drip that keeps you up at night and wastes gallons of water a year, but you don’t want to call a plumber to try and fail to fix it. You want to call your dad and have him tell you, oh well, nothing is perfect. Everything is going to be okay.
But you can’t. Because, he’s gone.
Thanks Marie and Rochelle for sharing inspiration and story of remembrance this week.
May we never forget, this or any week that 6 million Jewish people were rounded up and slaughtered just because of who their parents were. Never forget. Never again. Shalom. ❤