I did not write anything last year to post on this blog. I missed making any remarks on Boris’s 19th and 20th birthday. We spent those days alone, my husband and I, and found our comfort in sitting hour after hour beside what we now call “Boruch’s Place” at the cemetery. Not contributing to the blog felt “wrong” to me, and over time I was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt, as if the lack of postings were a direct reflection of my love for my son.
I even wondered at times if I should take it off Boris’s website. I felt it was better off, than empty and none active. At times I felt that alone I couldn’t do it, and the task of keeping up with writings and postings was something that I would not be able to maintain.
However, I did not want to force anything, and I decided to wait until the right moment came. The moment where, not only would I feel driven to say something, but also I would feel that it should be made available to everyone’s eyes as well. This moment is here now.
On Communication with my son Boruch
Message from Boruch March 2010
Hi Ella,
so much of what you say of communicating with others who have left us is so very true. I have had several visits in my lifetime. I describe a lot of that and more in my unpublished manuscript, “WAiting for God”. Those visits are comforting and leave us with a warm, secure feeling that we are being watched over and cared for.
Bless them!
Dale