A year ago today I sat on the floor with Eicha in my hand, a candle by my side and my journal in my lap. I wrote about how I spent the years prior on Tisha B'av in similar settings. The first time I truly felt like his family, sharing candles and a copy of Eicha with his mom, her eyes following my finger running along the Hebrew letters. Time certainly does fly but memories stay as long as you let them.
"Zion spread out her hands; there was none to comfort her."
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