When I heard from our neighbor that A. had died I thought of Sharon, A.’s wife and I wept. Sharon is a fiesty gal that has been working in the health care industry for practically all her life. She was in her late 30s when she met A., a cantankerous surgeon and was blind-sided by love. Last week 95 year old A. lost his battle with kidney failure. They had been married 37 years. Now Sharon is alone. She counts but 3 neighbors as her friend and I and my husband are honored to be among the three. Sharon is not a religious Jew but she wanted to host a Shi’va in her home to help her grieve. Today, Sunday, according to Sharon, will be crowded with relatives but we are invited to come one of the next two days. Her next door neighbor, who conveyed her invite to us, said flowers were not the usual gift. Rather food or a desert. We will bring home made brownies and the following is the letter I wrote her.

“Call unto Me and I will answer you and show you great and mighty things.” Jeremiah 33:3
“The Lord bless you and keep you, Sharon. The Lord make His face shine upon you And be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace.” Numbers 6:24-26
Shalom Sharon!

I know the plans I have for you, Sharon, declares the Lord, plans for your welfare and not calamity. To give you a future and hope.

My people shall dwell
in quiet resting places.


We are like the flower of the field that today is glorious and tomorrow is cast into the fire.
If God cares so much for the flower that is here today and gone
tomorrow won’t He care so much more for you, the one He has laid His life down for?

Who is a God like Thee Who pardons iniquity?
Passing over the rebellious acts of the remnant of His
possession He will not retain His anger forever because
He delights in unfailing love.


And so we look upon our lives
In awe and wonder. How is it we find ourselves here? The
Mirror shows a waning moon, the faded glory of a rose once bloomed and all the hopes of journeying with my love have come to an end.

In truth I thought God was in by back pocket but, in retrospect, I have always, thankfully, been in His.

He has filled my days with good things. He has renewed my strength like the eagles. I have soared and run and known true love and now He holds me still.

God is not watching from From a distance. He is closer than my breath, bleeding with my heart, bearing all my sorrows. He is the friend that sticks closer than a brother.