Eric and I were at a wedding on Sunday. We both looked great and were happy for the bride and groom. We started dance to Hava Nagila and all seemed to be going well, even though many apparently do not know how to dance the Horah.
In the middle of dancing, I got very hot. I stopped moving and started to sweat. It was then I felt the wave of grief coasting over me. My grandmother would not be at my children's Bar and Bat Mitvahs. It was far-fetched ever thinking that she would. But Alex's Bar Mitzvah is in May, and it was to be the "follow up" event (we kidded) to her celebrating her 90th birthday in March.
No one but Eric noticed I had stopped and that my eyes were full of tears. I know he knew my thoughts and I didn't have to say a word.
About Me
- Amy
- My children are wonderful but who knew how challenging life would become. I am dumbfounded sometimes that they came from me. They have enriched my life exponentially to degrees of joy I never knew were possible.
