Why a rabbi was suffering silently 10/12/2016 “I told someone else – I’m sorry.” My husband Matt offered this apology as I sighed and shook my head. “What do you want from me?” He asked. “She asked how you are.” “That’s not really a question, Matt.” I explained. “It’s a greeting. She was just saying hello.” “So what should I say,” he asked. “Everything’s great?” “Yes.” I answered. “But it’s not.” He responded. “We’re scared, and sad.” “Yeah, I know,” I replied, “but no one else actually wants to hear that.” My husband and I often have
“I told someone else – I’m sorry.” My husband Matt offered this apology as I sighed and shook my head. “What do you want from me?” He asked. “She asked how you are.” “That’s not really a question, Matt.” I explained. “It’s a greeting. She was just saying hello.” “So what should I say,” he asked. “Everything’s great?” “Yes.” I answered. “But it’s not.” He responded. “We’re scared, and sad.” “Yeah, I know,” I replied, “but no one else actually wants to hear that.” My husband and I often have
