Reflecting on the Meron Tragedy: Creating Purpose Through the Pain
I had been looking forward to Thursday night all week. Our local Moscow shul was having a big Lag B’Omer party. There was a festive meal complete with a giant wok of plov (a Russian rice and meat dish), a face painter for the kids and a bonfire, of course. Due to COVID-19, this was my son, Ezra’s, first Lag B’Omer. He’s 15 months old and as the men danced and sang, I stood there watching, holding him in my arms, the firelight dancing all around his face. He would not stop clapping.
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