I remember attending my first funeral. I’m pretty sure it was toward the close of elementary school, maybe a little earlier, perhaps a little later.
Happy Passover. It is that time again. Families are gathering and the stories will flow as we sit around the seder table.
The High Holidays are over and the year has begun–in earnest. The pace of life has returned and “routine” has ben re-established. Yet, for most of us the routine is that there is no routine.