I never cry at all, I am a hero, not a crybaby

But why, mother, why

Do the Tears cry by themselves?

(“Brave Danny”, an Israeli children’s song)

These past 15 months have been rife with tears, indeed cascades of sorrow, flowing from our hearts, coming from deep inside our souls, unto our eyes and beyond – making their way into the world, filling its lakes and oceans of grief, far beyond what their capacity should be. And yet, as if we have not had enough, came another blow to the heart with the loss of a true legend, already in life, the one and only Olga Meshoe, of blessed memory.

As I write these words, I am still unable, if not unwilling, to digest their meaning. Olga has joined the Almighty.

I have known Olga for years, as she and her beloved family in South Africa, and later on, the family she married into, the beloved Washingtons, have been a rare clarion voice for truth, justice, and morality. One of our encounters took place at JBS studios, where she visited to share her thoughts and vision for the world. At the time, I introduced her to the late Rabbi Mark Golub, he, too, of........

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