I think about our family’s horrific experience, multiplied by 45, and the ripple effects felt around the world — and I know that no human can truly comprehend this, ever
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On Lag B’omer night, I chose to stay home and watch the Toldos Aharon hadlakah live broadcast.
There’s an image imprinted on my mind from the uplifting moments before the Toldos Aharon hadlakah. As I watched the live broadcast, singing along with Ani Maamin and joining in Kabbalas Ol Malchus Shamayaim, the camera zoomed in on two adorable children, saying the words with such concentration and sweetness, counting to seven on their little fingers.
In a way, it was the essence of Meron on Lag B’omer: you bring the little ones to let them feel the kedushah, and they do.
Then the rebbe lit the medurah, and everybody burst into singing and dancing. I’m sobbing now, remembering those last happy moments.
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