This past Shabbos, I made a kiddush and siyum in my shul in memory of my mother for her yahrtzeit, which is this week.
I spoke about my mother for a bit after the siyum. I mentioned the difficult life she had, the physical challenges she faced throughout her years and how she didn’t let anything get in the way of her raising her children to be shomrei Torah U’Mitzvos.
But you know what I didn’t think to do? I didn’t thank HKBH for giving me a mother like that. I guess I’m no better than Rabbi Cytron-Walker.
The Wolf