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Monday, Iyar 17, 5780 / May 11, 2020 (32nd day of the Omer)


Yesterday was Mother’s Day. A Happy & Healthy Mother’s Day to all mothers.


At the Passover Seder we ask, “Why is this night different than all other nights of the year?” We can ask the same question regarding Mother’s Day; Why is this day different than all other day’s of the year. This is the reason there isn’t one day of the year singled out as Mother’s Day in the Hebrew calendar.  For each day of the year is Mother’s Day.


Mother’s Day and Father’s Day should not be a one-day-a-year event. Especially this year, being very difficult for the elderly who are confined in their homes. We should call them more often if we cannot visit. Honoring parents is a mitzvah which should be observed every day of the year. The mitzvah of honoring parents daily is so significant that it is one of the Ten Commandments. In fact, it is the only mitzvah in the Ten Commandments for which G-d has promised the reward of long life.


I found the following, very touching and heart warming and I want to share it with you: It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.


I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.


On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.


While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife .


I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.


I was surprised. I asked him, "You still go every morning, even if she doesn't know who you are?"


He smiled and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm. I said, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."


True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.