Childhood was always a really happy time in our home when my siblings and I were growing up. We grew up in the same home as our grandparents. my grandmother was a homemaker, and our grandfather was a Jewish rabbi at the temple we went to. He passed away while speaking to the congregation last week. It was heartbreaking for all. The congregation got together and donated so that we could go look at Jewish memorials in New Jersey and pick a nice one for him. We could have easily afforded it ourselves, but the fact that so many people purchase purchased it out of love means so much more to us.
Our grandfather was always and outspoken but very kind man. He showed respect for everyone that he met in life. Continue reading