The first thing that I saw this morning was the low hanging crescent moon in the eastern sky. It was waning perfectly outside my bedroom window.
I was looking forward to a weekend without Bears football and a Monday morning without dissecting a loss. Unfortunately something else has occurred. An event much more tragic than a three touchdown loss to Greenbay.
It just so happened that a war broke out over the weekend. I have a dear friend who lost a family friend in this heinous attack.
On Saturday he texted his parents, “I love you” and “I am sorry.” That was the last time his parents heard from him.
A young man who just turned twenty three last week and was celebrating the Jewish holiday with his friends. He was an American who was in Israel to fulfill his military duty. This young man drove tanks, but was also learning to become a medic.
I would be so proud to have a son who possessed such a deep passion and strong Faith. Now his proud parents live in grief at the loss of their son, Hersh.
I told my friend that I will talk to my father about the tragic loss that hit so close to home. My Oldman replied to my prayers that he will give Hersh a hug when he sees him. He said that Hersh probably isn’t expecting some gregarious goyim to welcome him to the peace of eternal rest, but he will still hug him tightly.
I’d rather go into the office today and talk about Justin Fields losing the game. I’m not looking forward to the conversations centered around the start of another war.
I looked back out at the waning crescent moon after talking with my dad. I thought about the place beyond that satellite where we will all end up together someday. It is a place built on my Judeo-Christian Faith. A place that has given peace to young Hersh this weekend.
The world is full of shit. That is why It’s our duty to put the smile on the sun…..
Oh and Dad….
Hersh probably will keep Kosher up there.
So don’t take him for a cheeseburger!
