L’Chaim, Alisa |
Thirty-one years have passed, and still the anniversary arrives with the same mixture of love, disbelief, and stubborn continuity. Time moves forward, 10 Nisan comes every year; memory does not. It waits for you.
This past year has been a lifetime unto itself. A new great-granddaughter was born. A grandson was married just days ago. And, of course, there is the war in Israel. I found myself caught up in it, living in Jerusalem when it began. For family reasons, I cut my trip short and returned to the United States by a route that felt more like an escape than a journey—thirty-six hours through Israel, Egypt, and Romania before finally landing back in New Jersey.
Experiences like that force you to........