Today is both Joe's second birthday and Yom Kippur. It was hard to sit in synagogue and ask for forgiveness. I felt like I shouldn't be the one saying I'm sorry.
I wore your kippah to shul. When Mom and I got married, we printed up kippot and on the inside it read, "A Blessing on Your Head, The Wedding of Laurie and Allen." Too bad you could not have been there. It was a great party. You would have had a blast.
Mom, Jack and I went to the kid's service upstairs. It was in the same room where you, Jack, Mom and I went last year. I remember so well how you volunteered to help lead the Shofar blowing part of the service. You gave the Shofar blower instructions, "Tekiah, Shevarim, Teruah, Tekiah, Tekiah Gadolah." You were so proud of yourself and we were so proud for you. It is an incredible memory for me. I will never forget you in your sports jacket and kippah -- totally the center of attention, loving it and doing a great job.
When Mom and I were sitting in the main sanctuary last night I wasn't thinking back to your funeral. I was thinking ahead to your Bar Mitzvah. I was thinking how proud Mommy and I would be watching you on the bimah.
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