Saturday, December 18, 2004
Hanukkah
Jonathan had this fabulous oil menorah. He said it was a Hasidic Menorah. Each year since his death I would light his menorah, and cry. I would think how his last year he kept saying, "its hanukkah, and I can't believe i'm still alive." That last year he had to buy a new menorah because he couldn't find the one he had. He didn't think he was going to need it. but, by some miracle, he lasted another year.
This year my oldest daughter (age 7) asked me not to light Jonathan's menorah, because whenever I light it I would cry. And she doesn't want me to cry. So this year, I kept Joni's menorah in the closet, and we lit candles on the menorah's that my children made in their classes.
Maybe next year I'll buy an oil menorah of my own.
Happy Hanukkah.
This year my oldest daughter (age 7) asked me not to light Jonathan's menorah, because whenever I light it I would cry. And she doesn't want me to cry. So this year, I kept Joni's menorah in the closet, and we lit candles on the menorah's that my children made in their classes.
Maybe next year I'll buy an oil menorah of my own.
Happy Hanukkah.
