Dena, there are no words to describe the sadness I’ve been feeling this week. I’m not going to pretend to be an English majour.
It’s strange to think that only days ago we were all together celebrating yom tov. Now it’s like frozen in time. One of the last things I spoke to your husband about was parsha Miketz and dream analysis. What made Joseph’s dream analysis different from the others? The Rabbi gave the Rebbe’s explanation. The week before, I was at Chabad and I showed your husband some of the topics my classmates were researching in my class. He asked about mine, which was Chametz, and the underlying concept behind my findings.
To spend Pesach with you and your family is my favourite part of the holiday. Come to think of it, all the holidays I’ve spent with you have been awesome. With you and your family, all the holidays come to life, they’re not just theoretical meaning or a story that took place in history. I can’t imagine not having you in my life. You took me in when I was young and knew nothing and had nothing. Your kids are like my siblings. I love all of them.
In the coming days, we’ll see each other, G-d Willing. Please tell me what I can do, if anything, to be of help.
Love, Sandy
xoxooxxo
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