Endless days blurred into months of upheaval. We strove to forge forward. Twenty-one readers reveal the single object that defined the tenor of these times
The call came Erev Pesach.
COVID. My father-in-law had passed away. We had thought he was going home. Hashem had other plans.
Everything stopped and everything started spinning all at once. A call to our posek and suddenly my husband was sitting shivah on the floor, out of commission. I had minutes left to get rid of the chometz, tape everything up, and cook. Unable to think, I still flew into action.
Amid all the cooking, baths, and Yom Tov prep, there was a levayah too, over Zoom. So surreal. It highlighted the bizarre times we were living through.
Somehow, we made it through and arrived at candle lighting. The kids were ready with smiles and the tables set. How, I’ll never know. But seeing my husband, now an avel without his kittel at the Seder, left a raw hole in our new reality.
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