“Why is this year different from all the other years of my life? All the other years you were with us, Tatty, but this year, you’re no longer here”
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atte leben, ich vill dir fregen, der fihr kashes…”
Dear Tatty, I want to ask you the four questions.
But there’s a twist on the time-honored phrase, “Why is this night different from all the other nights of the year?” Instead, I’ll ask, “Why is this year different from all the other years of my life? All the other years you were with us, Tatty, but this year, you’re no longer here.”
You left so suddenly; one Motzaei Shabbos a week before Rosh Hashanah, you said Selichos — did you have a feeling it would be your final Vidui? — and by the next morning you were gone.
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