I was blessed this afternoon with a visit from my beautiful niece and her new baby boy. He's only two months old, and so sweet and happy and alert. What a pleasure it was to hold him and rock him to sleep and make funny noises at him. I even got to sing the national anthem to him (an old trick that I discovered years ago. Cranky babies find the Star Spangled Banner to be very soothing, if you sing it low and slow.) It's been so long since I've had a chance to play with a newborn. What a pleasure.
But then, after Shabbat, I got a phone call from my mother. She had flown to Los Angeles with her sister to be with their ailing brother. My mother hadn't seen her brother in a long time, and was shocked by how sick he is. The doctors have said that he has only days to live. My mother was sobbing so hard she could barely choke out the words. There was nothing I could do to help from so far away, so I just held onto the phone, listening to her cry, and crying along with her. I was touched to see my youngest daughter staring at me with tears in her eyes. I was worried about my mother, and she was worried about hers.
I pray that my uncle will recover, but I know that is just not possible anymore. So all I can do now is hope that my mother and my aunt will get through this heartbreaking time together.
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