As immigrants, they struggled to find themselves, to restore their culture, and to make a living. My grandmother fought paranoia for her entire life, and my grandfather was racked with guilt because he survived while his family didn’t. My mother said she used to watch her father rock back and forth with his face in his hands, as he bore the responsibility of so much sorrow on his shoulders. Actually, as I write this, it is the day before the anniversary of his death. I know his soul is at peace and I hope he knows how much I love him. My grandmother lived a hard life, like King David did.
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