“My son is in pain, and I want to show him that his pain is my pain”
The badeken concluded and I joined the chassan and his parents in the family room, pleased to have some quiet time with them.
I placed the ashes on the chassan’s forehead and encouraged his parents to bentsh their son before leading him down to the chuppah.
As they did, I waxed nostalgic.
Baruch had his bris in my shul 23 years ago.
He also celebrated his bar mitzvah in the shul.
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