Today, April 3, I had plans to be in Canada. For the Passover school vacation, which was supposed to begin two days ago.
To celebrate the Passover holiday with my family, dad, siblings, their spouses, nieces and nephews. A family reunion. This visit to Canada was to include the unveiling of my mom’s headstone at the cemetery. The end of the first year of mourning.
The first Yahrzeit. But I’m in Israel.
The Coronavirus pandemic changed everything. For me. For my family.