This was a hard week. The first day of school. The first Rosh Hashana. The end of the first month. The first Saturday night alone. The first time in our temple's new beautiful sanctuary for a service. It wasn't easy and I suppose I hadn't given it enough thought to prepare myself for the consolation backup, particularly at services.
The beauty in the week was Friday night when about 40-50 of ours friends (including kids) met us for dinner prior to soul sounds for the final reading of Eddie's name as part of the 30 day mourning period. They lifted us all up and carried us through emotionally, especially Dylan who had been expressing real anxiety about attending after she was unable to keep it together for the children revive the day before. I'm forever grateful to all of them. It was a beautiful service, one Eddie would have simply loved. The breeze blew, the birds chirped and we all sang. I loved looking up at the sky and just picturing his smile.
The kids did great at school which is the good news. They love their teachers and their class and seeing their friends.