So I received an email last night from the teacher of my Ulpan class.
She was passing along a message from a wonderful man in class letting her and us know some terrible news.
His son suddenly and unexpectedly died at just 28-years old this past week.
He wrote about how tragedy like this impacts a person and family, and that obviously he didn’t know when he would be coming back to class.
The message from this man who had just prematurely lost his son in the prime of his life really hit me.
Life is so tenuous–where everything truly hangs in the balance by a thin thread.
You can think you are building a fortress of success where no one and nothing can touch you, hurt you.
But life has its own catapults, battering rams, siege towers, and explosive moments in store.
You can’t really plan for these things, and you are never ready when they happen.
Having to bury a child is not the normal way of the wold, and the pain of this is unimaginable.
A child is the culmination of all our efforts and represents the future, even while we are the past.
I am so sorry for what happened to my friend from class and I wish him my sincerest condolences and that no one should have to go through such tragedy any more.
(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)