Diplomatic Coup

A sign of the times. Yesterday, I successfully negotiated a tear-free and tantrum-free transit of my two-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter from play room to bath. As things stand, this may be the most significant achievement of my week.

Pain

Today I had one of the worst experiences of my life.

I went to the funeral of the six-month old baby grandson of some friends.

My tears flowed freely. And as I was there, to do the only meaningful thing I could do to help, to show support for the family, I recognized that as hard as it was for me — and all the other mourners gathered there — it had to be almost unbearable for them. I cannot begin to imagine their pain and suffering.

Based on my own experiences, mourning for a loved one is a personal, individual pain that transcends physical limitations. It swamps you with darkness. It impacts your thoughts about life and the future while sometimes necessitating a pause for breath before returning to mourn some more. You think of things you might have done differently. Regrets gnaw you. Guilt lurks in the corner.

Eventually, one hopes, the pain will lessen. But it rarely disappears. And life goes on. Pain is a key part of being human.

Here Comes 2026

In Scotland, New Year’s Eve was a big deal, often the social highlight of the year. In Israel, it passes almost without comment. And while I am relaxed about the change, it’s inevitable that the advent of a new year triggers some wistful looking back and curiosity about the future.

2025 was a bit of a difficult year for me due to various health issues, and I’m hoping that 2026 will be much better. (To get me in the right mood, I might even have a wee refreshment.)

Happy New Year, one and all!