A Letter to Miriam

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(שבת משוש ליבנו «...» על זה היה דוה ליבנו על אלה חשכו עינינו. (איכה ה׳

Ah, the bitter tears. The most bitter tears. The loss of a parent is one of the most painful feelings imaginable. They start our ways and lead us in anticipation for when we are in their place so that even when they grow old - they wouldn't deviate from such, such as what Mishlei 22:6, says. I've never known your father, though I do know if he raised an eshath 7ayil, this foundation your parents gave you was powerful, with no price. To bring the ascension of such, being part of your father's legacy is of the greatest blessings imaginable.

I have questions to ask however,"I will not bother you with such things, there is no time, place, and I don't have the strength to do so," many would say. But nevertheless, it would be great contentment to his descendants, who they may be... As I said before, "I am not here to bother -- no, no, I am not worthy"...But who am I to speak? Who is he to speak? Who are we all, anyways? This isn't the question is though. It's not the question of 'Who am I?', it's the question of 'Who were the departed?' Ah, but some people will interject that that this isn't important, that isn't important, X isn't important, then some many perhaps even have the courage to cite the famous posuq,

"טוב ללכת אל־בית־אבל מלכת אל בית משתה באשר הוא סוף כל־האדם והחי יתן אל־לבו".
Ah, there is a certain verse they say, a certain verse which it itself speaks of a very deep thing, very deep things that we neither have the time nor the place to detail all of it's dimensions, it's intricacies, the whole thing. This isn't the time. However, it is written that the children of Yisro'el went 40 years. Ah, but why did 40 years go? Why did we cry alone? Ah, why did we cry?  Why? "Ah, but what do they care for" some will interject. We all need to know one thing, man will die - but what will be there? And, there are those who will exclaim, I do not know. It's written in the order of Wayyiqro, that somebody called to him. Do you know who? What did he want? Ah, they'll say it doesn't matter - but it just doesn't matter.. You know how it is, they speak and they speak, everybody wants to talk. And when something is needed, they turn their heads! "It's unimportant." In the order of Shemoth, it says that these are the names of the Children of Yisro'el. Who brought the names? He? Ya3aqob? No, don't you know who? Well that's so much to ask, he is who he is and he's there.

It's written over in wayyigash that 'ויגש אליו יהודה '. Pay attention to the words! What's written? Who came to him and who was Yuhudhoh at all? Ah, but that's not what I'm here to talk to you about. We're not here to wear you down. Not at all. But it's important to consider in this time who are we, who did we lose, where are we going? Where are we?

Why do we all feel at loss? Is he lost? Absolutely not! But we're going in circles, we weep bitterly. But we needn't weep for wisdom, we are weeping for ourselves. Each generation dies. Each generation, however, leaves memories and the ground to build up upon. Each generation leaves memories for the next to cherish and allow the next to continue to grow as one, to continue to grow in strength and carry on the memories and blessings that they have left upon us. I thank that we could save the memories from our last one that we have saved in our hearts, whether that be your father, or anybody else.

Ah, such times that we knew as good years with such a powerful presence that has gave us so much blessings. We ought to mourn about the belief that they are all gone, as they all still live within our hearts. Appreciate what we have in our hearts, see it, absorb it, nuture it! We saw it all in a natural way! Our strength shall shine even brighter in the uncertain darkness we all contain, to lead us all to where we should be – there.

We all go around aimlessly at times, we feel at loss. Let this be a moment where we learn who we are, where we are, what we're here for to our proper advantage, for such shall be the key. Our joys and sorrows are some of the greatest dichotomies that exist in our life time, our intricate lives and abstract nature of the world within the entire universe is something worth considering. We all have our parts to play. You have your part to play, the ones you always play with resilience as your father did. Just as what destroys us can leave us wallowing in tears, it's an important time to take what's sweet from it all and help your family. Help those around you, continue being the woman of valor you are. Your father is immensely proud of you and I'm absolutely certain it this. As unfortunate our circumstances are, take what you have and do what you naturally do, make what we have great - make what you have great. May you be comforted by the heavens sister, may you truly be.

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