Pesach #2

The Pesach experience was a great improvement over last year. “Firsts” are always the hardest. The second year is sort of like redefining yourself as a person. The first year you are not even a person. You have no definition.
We spent the first Seder by a family that we are close to who lost a child as well.
There was a moment when we almost lost it, all of is. It felt like a long, intense moment. It was the type that could be perceived in the air. We all knew that it was a make or break it moment. I think we all held it together for each other. The moment passed and the rest of the Seder and the one that followed were beautiful.