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Everything changes. Nothing stands still. In the past few years, I have had too many changes that I had no control over and definitely did not want. I lost my beloved husband, which rendered a deep, constant pain within me that will not go away. I look in my mirror and I do not see the happy woman with the smiling eyes, but a sad, haggard woman dragging her unbearable sorrow. A woman who lost her joy of living when she lost her husband to death.
But now, peeking on my new horizon, comes a glimmer of joy. My kind, caring, and loving son has found the love of his life. After years of declaring that he would never get married, he has finally found the woman he wants to share his life with. He has begun to build his little nest. He purchased a lovely little house which they will furnish together. He has found joy! I am happy for him. All the years of my prayers for his well-being have at last been answered. All those years of praying at the Torahs at the synagogue, “Please God, answer my prayers. Bless him and make him happy. Do this so I may die in peace. He is such a good person. Please God, answer my prayers.”
God answered my prayers. My son will soon leave his parental home to go to one of his own. This is just as it should be. Kelly, my beloved son, and his Andrea, my soon-to-be daughter-in-law, I wish you a blessed life together. I wish you the same kind of love and joy I had with my Peter, for I can think of no greater love nor a more special life than that. We were truly blessed. I wish you both the very same. Amen.