Our support group always breaks for the summer.
Tonight we met for the last time this year.
In addition to updating each other about ourselves, several of us learned that another member of our group passed away just over a week ago.
For me, Shoshana was a "new" member. She only joined the group this year, and did not come every time, so I did not know her so well. At first, I could not even identify who we were talking about.
I felt disconnected from the discussion about her.
It might seem cold, but since I was not close with her, the news of her passing felt distant, as if it did not really affect me.
I guess, on some level, I have erected a shield, to protect myself from this sort of news. In the world I live in, the angel of death is a regular guest.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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