Monday, January 23, 2023

155 weeks

Dear Sonzee,

Today is the last Monday before your 3 year Jewish deathaversary. The Friday after will be your English date, which means that next weeks letter will be summarizing the last week of the 3rd year without you here. I will try to focus on today, the 155th Monday since you were last in my arms.

This last week was one of those jumbled crazy couldn’t get my act together sort of weeks. That tends to happen after a shortened work week when we don’t have school or work on a Monday, which was exactly what last week was. We drove back from Tzvi’s hockey tournament Monday after his last game. They came in 3rd place but no medals were given out. I got him a shirt and a sweatshirt though so he didn’t leave empty handed. He scored 2 times last weekend and got some assists. He also had 2 penalties (in one game) and one of them was actually related to his hockey play and the other was because he was angry that another player threw him into the goal net and then skated off so he retaliated. I don’t ever know if I should support his ability to defend and stand up for himself or tell him that makes no sense. But alas, he is 11 and it doesn’t matter what I tell him.

Tuesday-Thursday was back to the usual grind, insane evening sports and activity schedule for your siblings and Laeya turned 13 on Wednesday. I got new yard signs for the front so I don’t have to keep paying Card my yard and she loved it. It’s insane she is a teenager. It’s insane she turned 10 when you started to die. 

Shabbas I was just so blah and exhausted from life and grief that I sat on the couch and slept or read all day. At night I ended up doing some needle point while I watched the girls play Nintendo and aba and tzvi went to a Suns game. I was surprised with how much I slept and rested that I still was able to go to sleep at a normal hour. 

Sunday we all got up to take Noam to his last little howlers practice. Tzvi had a game initially slotted but it was moved to another date because the team was in a tournament. We then went to the Fitchew’s (they were the ones who came to help clean your street) and Mr, Richard taught us about gun safety and we got to go shooting. For me it was like skydiving, I’ve done it, but I have no desire to do it again, unlike everyone else in the house who wants their own gun.

Anyway baby girl. That leads me to today. I miss you a lot and wish I could see you!

Come and visit.

Until next time,

Love always,

The Mighty Contributor

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