I have long wanted to write about my struggle with weight. I didn’t feel the topic belonged on this blog so I decided to start a new one. If the topic interests you and you’d like to follow my journey, feel free to sign up. There is only one intro post right now but I am trying an alternative treatment which I will chronicle on there.
Hope to see you there!
Death. I didn’t have much experience with it growing up. My grandfather died when I was 18. Up to that point, death had been something that happened to other people. It shocked us when he died, suddenly and peacefully in his sleep. He was a lovely person, and I miss him to this day.
Life goes on as they say, and it did.
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The first of september….bringing a thrill to parents everywhere. (Well, almost everywhere, I only found out recently that not everyone starts school at the 1st of September)
My daughter started third grade today. Doesn’t matter which class they go in, there is always the anxiety when you send your child off. So many questions. Will they hit it off with the teacher? Will they succeed? Will they be happy?
When my daughter came home at the end of the day, I eagerly awaited her report. She came home with a big smile on her face which put me at ease before she even opened her mouth. Yes, she liked both her teacher for Jewish studies and her teacher for non Jewish studies. Phew! Let’s hope she will go as happily to school every day as she went today!
My son (who has HFA) started yesterday. He is now in high school called Yeshivah. There are only Jewish studies from now on and the schedule is very heavy. He has to be at the synagogue at 7.15 am for prayers and then starts yeshivah until 1.15 PM. he has a break until 3 PM where he starts again until 8.30 PM. He eats supper in yeshivah.
He was very nervous to start as he grappled with issues like; will the boys tease him? Will they ignore him? Will he have a good seatmate?
My stomach turned when I saw him off with a prayer. I was anxiously awaiting his return. When he came home he was smiling from ear to ear. He had a great seatmate, his classmates greeted him nicely and according to him, the first day was a succes! Second phew!
The dreaded first day is over and I pray for a successful year for both of them!
How did your kids’ first day go?
Men and boys from 13 yrs old have to pray with a minimum of 10 men called a minyan. They have to do whatever they can not to miss praying with a minyan. There are 3 prayers a day: morning, afternoon and night.
When we go on vacation, we can only go to places that have a minimum of 10 men so that a minyan can be formed. That’s why you usually find groups of Jews vacationing together. 😀
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I’m so sorry guys, totally forgot to come here for an update. Operation took 7 hours and went very well thank G-d! They got the whole tumor out thankfully! Now comes the recovery.
Thanks everyone for your payers, they’re always welcome!
Tomorrow morning my 3 year old nephew who was diagnosed 6 months ago with Neuroblastoma is undergoing a complicated and very long surgery to try and remove the tumor which is wrapped around many organs including the aorta and the kidneys. It’s a delicate procedure as it involves sensitive places. We can use all the prayers and good thoughts we can get.
I will keep you updated!
My grandparents were very special people. My grandfather passed away a few years ago. My grandmother passed away last summer. As per Jewish tradition, the headstone (matzeivah in Hebrew) was being unveiled around 11 months after her death. Most people do it either after 30 days or between 11-12 months after the passing. This past Sunday, a hot summer day, we made our way to the cemetery for the unveiling. The extended family was there which included all their children and grandchildren and people close to them. My grandfather had been an influential member of our community, one of the leaders. We had a quite a few people coming for my grandmother’s unveiling in my grandfather’s honor.
We started off with saying psalms corresponding to the deceased’s Hebrew name. Then one of my uncles spoke a few words. He said he will be reading a letter my grandfather wrote. This is what the letter said: “This letter is to opened by the unveiling of my wife’s headstone. As I went through the Hell that was Auschwitz, I made a promise to G-d that if I get safely out of this hell, I will dedicate my life to charity and good deeds. I came here, found my woman of valor that I shared my life with and settled down. I tried as best as I could to fulfill my promise and my dear wife was a full partner and did all she could to help me. She told me: “I ask nothing of you but when the time comes, I want to be put to rest next to you” so if this is in accordance with Jewish law, I want you to bury her next to me. If this is not possible for whatever reason, make sure I’m not buried next to a non Sabbath observer or a stingy rich man.”
My grandfather was the most giving person I knew, he couldn’t fathom someone having riches and not give to charity. he lived for charity and so did my grandmother. My own family was the recipient of his monthly envelope with cash in the mailbox. Until today my family has no idea it was him.
I found that letter extremely moving. After that my brother in law said some words, remembering that special couple who left behind a legacy of charity and righteousness and G-d fearing descendants. He broke down in tears while begging them to intervene on his son’s behalf who is stricken with pediatric cancer. Not a dry eye was left after his plea.
The ceremony ended with the Rabbi saying the Memorial Prayer and the sons reciting Kaddish.