“Rabbi

“Rabbi please please promise me this illness will pass. Please promise me.”

I looked at Yitzchak* and sadly reviewed his life.

Yitzchak had been single for many years until he found Leah. This was truly a match made in Heaven. When two years after the chasunah they had their first and only son their joy was boundless. The boy whom they named Baruch was indeed a brachah for them. They doted on him and always dressed him in the nicest of clothes.

Although Leah was a little older than most of the first-time mothers in shul that never stopped her from walking proudly with Baruch to the park and showing him off. Even if occasionally an insensitive twenty-something mother would say “Oh your grandson looks just like you.” Leah would just smile and relish being a mother.