There is a lot going on in the Freedman Family at the moment, in all different directions.
Rafi and Naama had little Hodaya, on Akiva's birthday. Last Shabbat Larry and Matti & Ahron and I went to Carmiel for the kiddush in the Yeshiva. Too much food but lots of nachat.
And Racheli is still waiting and waiting for that baby to come out. It will eventually...
And Saba is sick, very sick. He is in Shaarei Zedek, in the geriatric ward. Funny I don't think of him as a geriatric, that's for old people. OK he is 84 but still. We take turns spending the night there. It's awful, full of groaning geriatrics (duh) and spilled pipi. Menachem's kids do some nights, Matti is doing tonight and I did last night and tomorrow. During the day Elsie (the Philipina) and Adina watch over. Very hard to think of the old man lying there as your father. There is still so much I want to share with him, and know that I never will. Even when he recovers he will be nothing more that the sum of his medical history, because that is what we become eventually. Our bodies betray us, however well we take care of them and feel ourselves invincible.
So there are a lot of emotions floating around, mixed feelings about who needs to take care of Saba and whether we should all take turns, even with the best of excuses, like a wife in her tenth month of labour, or living 150 kilometers away.
Meanwhile Ahron and Matti are doing exams and then going on holiday and having to amuse themselves, Larry is unemployed and trying to set up a business and get some money in, and I do nothing really important.