I wasn't supposed to be had. My mother's gynecologist told her to have a hysterectomy some 3 years before I was born, but she didn't. We were Catholic, but I didn't fit in. Felt drawn to Judaism and converted, but I STILL don't fit in. Well, that's tough. I'm staying.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
LEAH'S GANTZE MISHPOCHA
The one standing on the far left is Leah, next is her husband, and her son. Seated are her mother, left, and father. Leah's put her photos online, but for some reason the url doesn't work for me. I'll have to copy it down and manually insert it into my browser. Boy, are we getting lazy or what? You can click on the image to get a better view, as I had to reduce it or it would have taken forever to load.
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That's probably the last family portrait ever. I don't know whether I'll ever see either of my parents alive again.
This was actually the most time our son had ever spent with my parents in his life, since they made aliyah when he was less than 3. I'm so glad he had some opportunity to get to know them, at least a little, as something more than voices on a very-long-distance telephone call.
Leah
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