A Simchah Despite The Sorrow

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

A year and a half ago I made a bar mitzvah. My son was the first grandchild on my side of the family. He was born a year and half after my brother passed away at the young age of fourteen. My son was named after my brother, and my parents felt a measure of comfort then. They were involved and loving grandparents. Although it was a long-distance [...]