I'm a little lost.
I have funny stories to tell from Passover, but it just seems 27 ways of wrong to tell them today.
Today, when the Spohrs are saying goodbye to their precious Maddie ...
... and when my sister-in-law is saying goodbye to her precious mother.
A woman who, not even a week ago, sat at my left hand at Seder dinner.
And laughed until Manischewitz wine came out of her nose and tears ran down her cheeks when my brother read his part of the Passover service in a spontaneous and spot-on imitation of her late husband, complete with thick Eastern European accent.
A woman who, a mere 48 hours later, had a massive stroke and who, yesterday, was taken off life support.
Jewish law and tradition dictate that we bury our dead quickly. Which we will do.
And then life will go on.
But there will be two holes in my heart. One for a special baby I didn't know, and one for a special woman I did.
I will miss them both.