Today is the Jewish calendar date 13th of Av (י״ג בְּאָב), the date last year when Esther passed from this world to the next. It seems to be a long time ago, and I’m reminded of the deep wisdom of the tradition of mourning in Judaism, with its many stages of recognition and distance associated with the passing of a loved one. The tradition is especially emphasized when it involves a parent. No matter what age you are, losing your Mom is a major life transition, and for many people mark another stage in their adulthood.
We’re on a family holiday, enjoying being with our boys, and appreciating the odd and amazing attributes we seem to affiliate with a variety of parents, grandparents, and ancestors, sharing a laugh about our shared foibles, and family strengths.
Esther would approve.