There was one moment when I could respond only with silence
For better or worse, I’m rarely at a loss for words, as countless conversational victims of mine can attest.
But there was one moment when I could respond only with silence.
It was in 2017, on the first yahrtzeit of my father. He’d been an inspiration to so many in his role as rav of a shul for more than a half-century, a beloved father to my siblings, me, and our spouses, and a devoted grandfather to every one of his grandchildren.
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