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Linda Goldberg

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Many years we walked to the parade, but today, I cannot walk that far. Today, I am home alone with my memories.
Why do I have to endure such pain and disability? For what reason had G‑d given me more time?
“I have an obligation to tell my children the story of the Exodus from Egypt. Our children don’t even know what charoset is! I have a responsibility to remember and pass on the traditions.” Adam’s voice rang strong.
“Bring your husband to the hospital,” the doctor said after I told him Adam was having trouble walking because his feet were numb.
I’m falling, paralyzed by fear. Next thing I know, I wake up but I’m still falling—falling without a parachute.
Maybe I turned down the wrong street. They all look alike.
Lasting impressions from my husband’s funeral
As I sat down in the dimly lit chapel, I saw that my grandchildren were sitting in rows on both sides of the aisle. Friends and relatives who had greeted me now sat in the back row seats. A fully lit menorah glowed in front of a placard with the 23rd Psal...
I remember 13 years ago. An icy rain like death called to me from the west. I looked out the window in the darkness and shivered.
I see flashes in my left eye. I need an appointment with a retina specialist.
Men walk into your apartment carrying a stretcher. “I’m not going to the hospital,” you say.
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