I OFTEN QUESTION MYSELF WONDERING WHY I MISS MOM. I LISTEN TO MY KIDS AND THEY LAUGH JUST LIKE MOM. THEY TALK LIKE MOM. LISTENING THEM SPEAK HEBREW IS A BLESSING AND THEY KNOW GRANDMA IS GONE BUT THEY SAY GOOD NIGHT TO THEIR PICTURES OF HER NEXT TO THEIR BEDS. I TRY TO REMAIN STRONG AND TELL THEM GRANDMA WENT TO ISRAEL TO SEE HER SISTER. THE KIDS ASK ABOUT HER AND I JUST SAY WE CAN'T NOT AT THIS TIME. I AM NOT READY TO TALK ABOUT MISSING MOM. I HAVE TO BE STRONG FOR MY KIDS AND HUSBAND. AND OF COURSE MY FRIENDS.
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