At 92 my father-in-law a”h moved to Israel.
He lived one house away from us on the second floor. From his living room chair with the two French doors wide open he would sit for hours looking into the Jerusalem sky.
I would visit every day with a small pot of something warm to eat.
I think it was his smile or his eyes that lit up when he thanked me that kept me coming the next day.
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