Before we jump into the parsha, I wanted to dedicate this week to my grandmother, “Bad Haas,” who passed away after suffering from dementia and aggressive lung cancer, on the morning of November 3rd. She was eight-five years old, and left behind two daughters, seven grandchildren, and twelve great-grandchildren (and counting). She was one tough cookie, who loved her grandchildren fiercely. All seven grandchildren gathered together from all across the country, with many children in tow, to bury her next to our grandfather. The week was nothing short of a whirlwind between the funeral, sitting shiva, and so much laughter thrown into all the grief and heartache. I’ve been thinking about this weeks parsha, and how it’s just so fitting with what we’re currently living. We love you Haasa.
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