Editor's Message
By Sarah M. Sander
It was the best of times and the worst of times….
With the help
of Hashem, we launched the first full-day yeshiva program for boys with
Down syndrome and developmental delays within a mainstream yeshiva.
With great excitement and anticipation we planned and prepared for Moishey’s Bar Mitzvah.
And then…my dearest, darling mother became very ill and died.
Yes, it was indeed the best of times and the worst of times.
Yeshiva
Bonim Lamokom started in September ’01 with great joy and fanfare. We
had a mezuzah-affixing ceremony to herald the opening of this wonderful
yeshiva. Attended by the students, parent body, relatives, friends,
dignitaries, and the ‘chashuva’ Board of Directors of the mainstream
Yeshiva Torah Vodaath, the celebration consisted of heartwarming
speeches, food, music, dancing, and the mezuzah-hanging. It was a
wonderful beginning for something so special and long awaited in our
community. But, what was, and is, even more special is the year that
followed that opening ceremony, and the comfortable second year that
the yeshiva is now into (See Greetings From…).
With the yeshiva
in ‘working order’ and with all the administrative duties having fallen
on my shoulders, I was quite overwhelmed, to say the least. Therefore,
I put the magazine on the back burner and hoped that my reading
audience would forgive me until things calmed down and my life took on
more of a semblance of ‘normalcy’. And then ‘the bomb’ dropped my
dear mother a’h, who had been in remission for a while, was
re-diagnosed with a dreaded disease, which had metastasized with a
vengeance. So here I was, raising a family, running a yeshiva, and
attempting to be a helpful and supportive daughter to a very ill
mother. Fall, winter and spring of last year were seasons that I’d
rather not remember, yet don’t think I shall ever forget.
The
ecstasy and agony climaxed almost simultaneously in the Spring, when
our yeshiva ‘bochurim’ celebrated their first ‘siyum mishnayos’ in a
ceremony attended by well over 100 people, and my dear mother breathed
her last breath on Friday, 28 Iyar, May 10, ’02.
What an end to such a beautiful woman and a beautiful life (See Grandparents’ Page).
With
that harrowing ordeal over, it was time to prepare the children for
camp and then really start to concentrate on Moishey’s Bar Mitzvah. So,
in reality, my daily schedule really did not ease up; it just changed.
Instead of pacing hospital corridors and processing CSE (Committee on
Special Education) documents, I was now (the yeshiva was closed for the
summer, with its students having all left for summer camp) fully
involved in the simcha preparations. What a bittersweet chapter in our
lives. How Moishey missed his ‘Bobby’ and asked for her all the time.
That hole in my heart was not shrinking.
Moishey’s Bar Mitzvah
was a most beautiful and joyous occasion and I would like to share my
review with my dear readers (See Moishey`s Bar Mitzvah). So, here I am,
approximately 21 months after having last produced an issue of Down
Syndrome Amongst Us, asking my readers for forgiveness and hoping that
this issue can make up for the lost time.
This article first appeared in issue 11 of DSAU
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