One of the most magical moments for grandparents was the moment after lighting Shabbat candles. I remember Grandma's bright face, sitting comfortably on the couch, holding the cup of coffee and listening with her intrigued eyes. She was interested in everything, small and large.
The Sabbath is like the flame of the week, raising and elevating the weekdays to the top of holiness.
And on the night of Shabbat Parashat Pekudi, murderers entered their house and they ascended in the heavenly storm
may them rest in peace
The granddaughter
Shir (Sadan) Dochan
