I can’t help but think of you as I make matzo ball soup for the holiday. I want to believe you and Paul are ringing in the Jewish new year together, having a grand old time. Life is hard without both of you in it. Holidays are hard, especially as we face each one for the first time without you and Paul.
But, I’m happy and laughing right now because I’m thinking of one of your favorite jokes, and the way you’d laugh every single time you told it, barely able to contain yourself enough to say:
“You know, the matzo balls are the only edible part of the matzo.”