That said, my husband asked if I was going to take the kids to school Friday morning. I said, I hope so. There was a bris scheduled for the morning, but I highly doubted I would make it there given my situation right now. So imagine my surprise when I wake up Friday morning at like 5am, and couldn't fall back asleep. I got the girls up at 6:30 and asked if they wanted to go to the bris. They were very excited at the chance. Only problem is that I am horrible with time management, and the next thing you know it's 7:10 and I still need to daven AND get dressed. Oiy vey. I start to daven and debate about blowing off the bris. But then I think: "Wait, this is my good friend. I should go to share in her simcha (celebration)." So I get myself together and get there just a little late. Unfortunately, I got there right after the actual bris. I stood in the back with my friend, whose daughter is the baby's mother. We are standing there, and I hear the name .. Yehuda Yosef. I look at Terri, and she is crying. She shakes her head, yes, and says, He's named after Yossi a'h. WOAH! I start crying. I run out to the hallway, and call my husband. Of course, I am crying so he can't understand what I am saying. (He told me later, DON'T EVER CALL ME UP CRYING! I THOUGHT SOMEONE DIED or you had a car accident, chas v'shalom. I told him they were happy tears, but how was he to know? All he heard was crying.) It was very emotional. I was not the only one crying there. (Yehuda is after the father's grandfather, who recently passed away. He was a gentle and kind man and I hope the family gets a lot of comfort from the little namesake like I am getting.)
During the meal, the father of the baby made a very lovely speech. He spoke about who Yehuda and Yosef were in the bible. Then he spoke about the namesakes. The thing that I cherish the most is that he said, "Other people named their babies after Yossi, and I felt jealous. I wanted to express my love for him, and now I can." (I am paraphrasing.) What a gift! What a beautiful beautiful gift he gave me. As much as he appreciated Yossi's friendship, I know Yossi truly appreciated his. It goes both ways. What an incredible gift they gave me just before his 15th yartzeit!
And with that thought in mind .. I decided that this year I would focus on the topic of simcha. It almost seems like an oxymoron to put yartzeit and simcha together, but that is what I am attempting to do.
(I did not put any names in this post because I didn't ask permission from the family.)
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