Karen and I are flying back to Los Angeles later today.
It’s hard to believe that Offspring #3 is now a married woman. Just a short time ago I was an insane spectator/fan at her high school basketball games—Go YULA Panthers!—and watching Offspring #3 break full court presses with elegance and determination.
Her husband is a sensitive and gentle young man whose soul is finely woven with glittering particles of Jewish mysticism.
They are an exquisitely balanced couple.
My new, wonderful son-in-law dances with his maternal uncle, author and journalist, Yossi Klein Halevi.
The wedding singer is the supremely talented Eitan Katz. When our son, Ariel Chaim ZT’L, was stricken with cancer and unable to attend school anymore, Eitan came over to our house with his acoustic guitar and performed a private concert for Ariel.
Offspring #3’s friends join hands and dance around the bride.
My Los Angeles friends help celebrate our simcha. I’m dancing with Sol, a Holocaust survivor from the legendary town of Munkacs Hungary. Over 80 members of Sol’s family were murdered by the Germans. Sol was an inmate in Auschwitz and Buchenwald. On a death march of over 70 miles, Sol, then just 14-years old, carried his younger brother on his back the whole way. Sol’s presence at the wedding is a great honor and a living testament to the courage and enduring legacy of the Jewish people.
Offspring #3 dances with Karen—her lovely and gracious mother-in-law. For the past few days every time I call out “Karen,” two women respond. By the way, my sister is also named Caron. I’ve been searching for some deep, Kabbalistic meaning to this rain of Karen’s. Alas, I’m coming up dry. Whatever.
Behold: the four most important women in my life. Without them I am nothing. Karen—my Karen—dances with Ma’ayan Ariel, Offspring #2 and Offspring #3.
Tomorrow, Friday Footwear: The Wedding Edition