I know I said I wouldn't be posting again before I left, but I just had to comment on this very special day I had, the day before our aliyah. It was, in many ways a really tough day, but also beautiful and inspiring. Saying good-bye to my parents tore me to shreds. My parents understand how important this is to us, and never once told us not to go, or made us feel guilty for taking their grandchildren away from them. They have always been totally supportive of any decisions we have made and if they disapprove in any way, never ever say so. I'm lucky to have them.
The rest of the day was filled with more good-byes at our annual shul barb-b-q, and then in our home. Many tears were shed--by me. The kids seem to have inherited Isaac's ability to remain dry and are somewhat amused by me. But even though it was so difficult to say good-bye, I felt so much love surrounding me. I know that love will continue to surround me from near and far.
It was a day I will always remember, with joy, in spite of the tears that still threaten to fall.
In a few hours the adventure begins. I can't wait to let you all know how it unfolds.
The Stuff That Lasts, Part Deux
3 years ago