We were on our way to Israel in June for our grandson Odin’s bar mitzvah in Jerusalem. All six of us—my husband, daughter and son-in-law and our two grandchildren. Odin was going to say his parsha, or Torah portion, at the Western Wall, followed by a lunch in Jerusalem where he was going to give his d’var Torah for our friends and relatives from all over the world and the United States who had traveled to Israel for the occasion. Three hours bef…
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