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To My Soul Sister

“A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.” 


 I have been thinking about our conversation all day and I wanted to thank you. I know we both have crazy busy lives and don’t connect as often as we should. It doesn’t really help that I am kinda living in two places right now. I am so glad we managed to connect this morning.

We both caught up on each others oys and joys – and shared insights and thoughts. You have told me often that I inspire you to be a better person and a better mom – that’s only because I am more worn into parenthood than you are. It’s not wisdom, its having been there done that, got the scars and grey hairs to prove it.

We touched on some important topics today, and you sought my advice. In hearing myself talk and give you chizuk (strengthening and encouraging words with some spirituality on the side) – I listened to myself and took the same advice. I would not have looked at my situations in the same way had we not spoken today. I would not have been able to put the perspective on things that I now have had you not asked my opinion / advice.


So I wanted to thank you for getting me to the current headspace that I am in. Whatever we are dealing with (big and small) will pass. We have our health, our families, we are looked after by the Almighty (even though sometimes we cannot see it) – everything else is extra. How fortunate are we that we have each other, too? My life would be incomplete if we never would have met.


Sweet Sister of my Soul – thank you for the gift of your friendship, your love and your help in making me a better person. I love you.

Lessons of the fathers

Fathers across North America today are celebrating Father’s Day, a day on which fathers are celebrated for the impact they make on their children’s life. I never celebrated one Father’s Day with my dad. Heck, we never really celebrated much of anything during his short life. He has been gone 15 years, and it’s on days like today that I get to wondering what it would have been like to really experience what having a father was all about.


He really was a typical “bon-vivant” and there are parts of his character that I see in myself. I am gregarious and outgoing like he was, and I am a hopeless and incurable flirt and romantic. His impulsivity has been transmitted to me too, and I am trying to learn to channel it in a healthy way.


Whoever my father was, there were at least three good things he did in his life – that was that through him, and my beloved mother, myself and my siblings came into existence. That, and that alone, is reason enough to honour his memory today. For if it were not for him, I wouldn’t be me, and I wouldn’t have my children, and that just does not bear thinking about.


Dad – I have missed you all my life, but now missing you is different. I know you will never be a part of my life. I know that there were so many missed opportunities – on both sides, but I also know that you did your best with the tools you had. I know on some level that you loved me, even if you were never able to express it. I have nothing much to remember you by, except for a few fading memories and even fewer photographs, and the stories we have heard from friends and relatives since your passing. We never really knew you, and I know that I mourn that loss too. I pray that your soul has found peace wherever it is, and that your soul is reunited with that of your dear parents who loved you more than anyone ever loved a child. You were so lucky to have them as your parents.  I was so blessed to have them as my grandparents – thank you.


By remembering my father today I am grateful for the chance I had to be with him in his final hours, to have been a part of something so much bigger than myself. I thank G-d that He created my father and through him He created me and through me my children. My father lived a short life, but left a legacy in his children to carry on, and to be the best that we could be. If there is one lesson I can take from my father’s life, it is to live each day to the full, for we never know what tomorrow may bring.



In recent days there has been a radiothon at the local children’s hospital. They have been raising money for life saving equipment and for the hospital foundation, to allow it to continue the wonderful works that it does. Click here to donate.

While I have been in the car I have been listening to the stories of these incredibly brave children and parents that have been interviewed. At one point yesterday I had to pull the car over to the side of the road so I could pull myself together after a terribly poignant story. A mom was telling the story of her son who had a brain tumour that was inoperable. He was around 15 when he died. His legacy she said, was that he lived each day that he had to the full, for he did not know if he would have another day on this earth. As his mother she was so proud of his attitude. She said that as his family they were struggling, but he was positive and strong, he was a fighter.

What an inspiration! All the stories that have been shared on the radio have reinforced my gratitude to God that my children are healthy and well, and that the trials and tribulations that we all face on a daily basis are nothing compared to what some people have to suffer through.

So often it is children who teach us the way to live. Hearing all these inspirational stories over the last few days has been such a lesson of hope.

Shabbat Shalom – hold on tight to those precious innocent children, and may all childhood diseases be eradicated in our time.