May Their Memory Be for a Blessing
I'm clearly not the most diligent journal entry writer am I? Sigh. Well, here I am feeling somewhat introspective again because of reminders of my mortality. When I was growing up there were two families we spent a lot of time with. The parents were funny and smart, they were Jewish, and had children the same age as we were (they both had sons my age). The boys and I all went to the same elementary school and went through Sunday School, Hebrew School, our Bar and Bat Mitzvah
