For Rui- with Daddy’s love. WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, And thought of him … More When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d
“The matzah before us at our seder is like the poor bread that our fathers ate in Egypt. Matzah in the Haggadah is a remembrance of the affliction of enslavement. Let all who are hungry come and eat. Next year, may we all be free.” The bread of affliction is dry, sharp, and hard. … More Bread of Affliction
Rui – Louis Prager – was named for my mom, Lois Prager. Because she died in 1992, she didn’t meet her last grandchild. She would have been delighted by him; they would have loved each other. Look at how their eyes match. Intelligence and sensitivity show in the set of their mouths, and the … More Rock Me to Sleep
Rui darling, Here’s a piece of music that speaks for us today. Where are you?
For Rui Boy 