Although I’m still not going anywhere not medical, we made exceptions for our grandchildren who are all doing projects on ‘roots’, and allowed ourselves to answer the lists of questions prepared for us by their teachers.   We have done this before a few times but maybe because I’m measuring my heart every few minutes everything hits me more deeply.  Yesterday and today I’ve been forgetting the demonstrations I’ve had to miss, even trying to make the idea of the enormous conflict a sign that Israel is an involved country, that something good is involved in the connection between Saudi Arabia and Iran. 

I mean what would you do if your kids asked you about your conflicts between you and your parents?  How would you feel if you took a photograph of your grandchild standing before a tower that your grandfather-in-law built?  What would you feel if you had to admit to your grandson that you have never succeeded in finding survivors in your family?  There are few things that can beat the kinds of emotions raised from those simple questions.