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I received this in the mail this morning. From my step-daughter, Alexis, currently living in Israel. Tomorrow is the day when her father, my friend, Howard Wolf died one year ago. October 7, 2023 will surely be remembered for several reasons. Especially in Israel, but also throughout the entire world.
Howie, mercifully, did not see the horror of this tragic day. As if his body and soul could no longer bear to know about the criminal attack. One more depravity visited on the long-suffering Jewish people.
I always enjoyed our many conversations over the years, even when Judith and I were no longer living together.
I often ask myself what is family? Who is family? And what in the fullest sense does it mean? Family is more subjective and individual than I once thought. It's unique, like fingerprints. A very flexible reality. There are as many families as there are human beings. Maybe even more. I suppose I have several families. Possibly three, four, or five. All intersecting, and growing.
So much to contemplate . . .