This Tuesday my little old man passed. He was diagnosed with brain damage and lost all function in his legs. He was rapidly deteriorating and beginning to suffer, so I took him in and held him while he was being put to sleep.
I am broken, taking it min by min. I miss him.
In my 12 years of practicing as a therapist I’ve come to realize that some people really do not need therapy, instead they need community. Legit friendships, associates, peers and family members.
Tonight, we lit the 8th and final candle of Hanukkah.
All of us will pray for the safe return of all the hostages to their loved ones as soon as possible. We can't breathe until they are all back home.
May the light of this Hanukkah guide them home to their families. Amen.