The coffee tastes really good. It goes down sweet and warm. Tastes like cinnamon. I am not a coffee person but I can make an exception once in awhile.
What do you write when you have nothing much to say? I figured, anything as long as it will bump my last dismal post farther down.
It is hard and sad when someone passes away. We went to pay the girls a shiva call. I didn't say much. What is there to say to them? I'm sorry you lost your father? No one should ever know from such sorrow.
I'm in Toronto now. When I arrived it was with a mix of curiosity, like I wonder how much the city has changed since I was last here two years ago. And a sense of familiarity, like I recognize that street, that store, that name. But thank G-d there was no feeling of dread since I am no longer entrapped in high school here.
It is 'Family Day' today here in Canada. A time to spend with ones family bonding, I suppose. Interestingly enough, all the stores are closed.
My head is still a bit woozy from my ten-plus hour bus ride. And of course sleeping half the day. Now that it is nighttime, time to explore.
The coffee is cold now. Toodeloo.
Shame..well at least you enjoyed the coffee a little... i told you..coffee is a beautiful thing!
ReplyDeleteWow, it's so hard to go be menachem avel especially when the words get caught in your throat. So many times you don't know what to say...
ReplyDeleteI wroe a post called Comforting Mourners a while back after I came back from comforting a coworker who lost her brother very suddenly. I feel like I could identify with this sort of test since I also lost my younger brother...
:( I'm sorry to hear that.
ReplyDeleteIt was uncomfortable for me to go but I kept thinking how much harder it is for them.
my mother always says to me when i push off going..is that when she was little and lost someone she remembers how her friend never came to call and visit. Its easy to be there for people when its a simcha..its much harder and more needed when it is unfortunately, lo alaynu..not a simcha..
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