September 26, 2012
The yartzheit candles have sputtered
and burnt themselves out. Yom Kippur is done. The Book of Life is closed.
I missed the Kol Nidre service
because R. was home for her 18th birthday dinner, and leaving
her felt wrong. I figured G-d would understand that.
Her birthday dinner was a feast that
ended with the four of us huddled in a hug in the middle of the dining room.
There were giggles and guffaws and a few tears. Nothing beats that.
In the end, my kids’ health and
happiness is what matters most. This is what rights me.
I have prayed for a sweet year and
taken stock and promised to turn myself around; to be more patient, gentle and
compassionate, slower and more forgiving.
More important, I have repeated
thanks for my children, being as healthy and solid as they are.
There is no greater fortune in this
world.
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