The chance to remember, to escape reality for a moment and grasp at images, recapture conversations stored away, are a Yom Tov of their own
Remember? I really don’t forget very often.
What he taught me, what he did for me, what he was to me.
Growing up, I knew that my mother’s brother was a big talmid chacham in Yerushalayim, but that just made him more distant, less approachable.
Until I came to learn in Eretz Yisrael.
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