"I’ve been on a constant roller coaster ride, trying to be present for my kids at home; helping my mother with everything from doctor’s appointments to shopping; making Yamim Tovim; making weddings; helping my married kids"
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sther had the look of a defeated soldier. Deep lines accentuated her blue eyes, her back was slightly hunched, and she appeared older than her 58 years.
When she sank into the couch on our first meeting, she exhaled and closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were glistening with unshed tears.
“Hi, Esther,” I ventured gently, careful not to “over-talk.” The silence surrounding her seemed sacred.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m sorry. I know I look like a mess. I am a mess.” She put a hand over her eyes. “I don’t know how I got here.”
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