In September my family celebrated a truly momentous and joyful event in our lives…the long-awaited wedding of my son Danny and his beautiful bride Danielle. After being engaged for five years and deciding to postpone when Covid hit and during those first years, we eagerly awaited their planned date of September 2nd — Labor Day weekend, 2023.
After summer weekends of rain, storms, and no sun, we were blessed with the best day of the summer. The setting, against green pastoral hills at an old farm and inn in Central Massachusetts, was magnificent. The joy in my heart and that of everyone in our families was written on our faces and glowed within our hearts for weeks.
But as I was about to post this in early October, our hearts were struck with pain as we learned about the horror of Oct. 7th. That pain only grew and intensified each day as we learned more about the true atrocities of that day. Since then, I, like many others, have tried to offer Israelis and families of those missing the only support that we are capable of–attending demonstrations, signing petitions, and making donations. Though we know these are only infinitesimal measures, we want to at least show that people are thinking of them and their pain.
This empty Shabbat table on the public green in Brighton, Mass. was an emotional moment as three women from Greater Boston, who have relatives among the missing, spoke. The beautiful child pictured in the poster below is one of more than 230 who has been held captive by Hamas terrorists for more than 40 days.
This Thanksgiving and on Friday night we will set empty places for those missing.
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