My father died a little over a month ago, on Yom Kippur. They say to write what you know, and what I know now, at least for the time being, is grief. So I wrote a piece about grieving and loss and all the things they never tell you about it. You can read it here at the Jewish Journal.
Above is a photo of my husband and I, and some of our friends and family, laughing and toasting as my dad gives a speech ending with a request for a grandchild. He got one ten months later, his first grandson.
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