“Your son is dead.” I looked around in disbelief. Could this really be my life? My hopes and dreams lay in a heap of ashes at my feet mixed with my tears.
Did I do something to cause this?
There was a belief in Jewish culture that if something bad in your life happened it must be because there was great sin in your life.
We live in a broken world. A world where good decisions are not always rewarded and bad decisions are not always punished.
Where sometimes good men die and bad men thrive. Where suffering strikes the innocent.
“Aunt Mimi! I have my ornament!” a little voice shrieked as she ran across the living room at Thanksgiving to hang it on the tree. My heart filled with joy. If I could find no other joy in the day, that was enough.