#yartzheit

Thinking about my grandfather, whose yartzheit is tonight. He fought in WWII, and then came home to have three boys, became a lawyer, then a judge, and had PTSD nightmares until the end. One date he hated on the calendar was Tisha B'Av. He said it was a "holiday of defeat." He hated how we had a whole holiday of crying lamentation. By the end of his life, he was suffering from Parkinson's and could barely speak. Not sure if he even knew what day it was, but he died the day before Tisha B'Av. I like to think he did that out of spite, so he wouldn't have to see the day again.