Our last days… What will they look like?  Will we know our time is nearly over? Or, will “the” moment come as a surprise?  Will it be horrible? These are thoughts; most of us never want to consider.  Somehow, they creep into our minds, grabbing hold of our mental vision, with uncontrolled pixilation. Am I just getting older?  Could this be some kind of timetable that happens naturally, when you are expecting to die?  I hope not!  Even so, I know my days are moving in haste.  I feel like I am floating on one of those quick moving clouds, in the sky.  I am no longer in control of my pace. Visions of my ending explode in my mind, like the snowflakes of a shaken snow globe.  They refuse my attempts to gather them, regaining my control over thought.  I do not want to obsess over my end, rather live until that day.  So, why must I repeatedly relive the potential episodes of my death? It is not fear, that makes me ask this question.  I …

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“May you be covered in the dust of your Rabbi!” In the days of Jesus, a young boy would leave his family at the age of 14 or 15, and follow one Rabbi.  Before he would leave his parents, they would wish him well, by speaking the words above.  The ideas behind these words were simple, yet spoke volumes. You see; the young boy was expected to walk, in the footsteps of the Rabbi.  How?  In the steps of the Rabbi, would be walking behind the rabbi, speaking as he was taught, and doing as he was shown.  Somewhere on this journey, the boy would become a Rabbi. It made me wonder what people do now, that is this committed. Family – among my daughter’s classmates, there have been two divorces, this year, due to affairs. I don’t know the circumstances behind their family dynamics, but both mothers are dating/living with other men. As a CASA (Court-Appointed Special Advocate) I witness families on a near-daily basis which are desperately in need of help. They don’t …