This past weekend I traveled to Southern California for what has become a tradition for me; it is a way for me to honor both my father and one of his closest friends.  I attended Passover dinner with the family of my father’s friend.  My father passed away twenty years ago and his close friend passed away four years ago.  It really does not seem that long ago for either one of them.  They are both missed.

My father’s friend was fortunate enough to escape from Nazi Germany as a teenager and he made his way to the United States of America.  So for him the story of how Moses led the Israelites out of Egypt on a long Exodus into the land promised to them by the Lord, well it really was very special for him.  So I would attend their family sedar every now and then, as an adult; always enjoying the traditions of the Passover story as well as the traditions that the family had added in as well.

For the past four years I have traveled to Southern California to be a part of this family tradition; celebrating Passover.  Now instead of my father’s friend leading the service, his oldest son, one of my oldest friends, has taken over that responsibility.  So new traditions are being formed as well.  I am grateful that I am able to attend this wonderful dinner every year.  I am grateful that my family understands that it is an important part of my life, honoring two men whom I greatly admired and miss.  I am grateful for TRADITIONS……