I have supped from the cup of sadness, I have supped from the cup of gladness.
Judah's anniversay of his death by the hebrew calendar is today. I went to services, tried to find some place that was Judah, and only found salty tears. To night I am going to a bbq given by his mentor Dr. Shriner for the Tanzania team as she calls it. Judah wanted so much to go.

Tomorrow is the English anniversary of Judah's death. He died on Saturday morning, by the clock. The light outside said it was still night, dark outside his window. I remember the events of this night in detail. I remember driving home with the sun rising.

I try to remember all the events of his life,which is of course impossible. I treasure his last note to me, "Don't cry, don't tire" So very Judah.