~Life Without my Dad When my dad in Milwaukee was diagnosed with cancer in 1998, we were living in Israel. We built a home in
Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before “Relax, ”
While this year was full of unimaginable pain and grief, there were also some bright spots. People fell in love, babies were born, novices baked,
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There’s a tradition in our family started by Eva, my dad’s wife, to make a big pot of soup and have it ready when someone