Do we realize what’s missing?
A s I near the end of aveilus for my father Rav Shimon Zev ben Yeshayahu z”l the thought of reentering the world of parties and dancing frightens me. I don’t want to forget the father whom I loved; I don’t want to lose that feeling that I’m missing something.
Does leaving the year of aveilus behind mean that I’ll be leaving the memories of my father behind as well?
And what does this mean for the period of aveilus that’s now upon us?
Summertime’s here with its long days of fun. But within our vacation come three weeks of mourning that encroach upon our grand plans.
