Yesterday, a six-year-old boy from Beit Shemesh, the son of a couple I know, suddenly passed away. He was a healthy boy who had been sick with a fever. Suddenly he lost consciousness and the emergency response team tried to revive him, to no avail.

I was shocked and heartbroken at this unfathomable news. A healthy boy, slightly older than my little one, all of a sudden gone from this world. His parents are kind, sweet, beautiful human beings whose lives are now forever changed—a pain that I can only imagine will weigh heavy on their hearts for the rest of their days. I tried to move on with the day’s activities as usual, but deep down only wanted to hug my children, kiss their faces, pray to G-d not to take them from me. I spoke to a friend about the fear of something like this coming out of nowhere, taking these precious humans from us, and the anxiety that awakens in us. The lack of control. The unknown. The need to believe that G-d has a plan for all of us, because otherwise everything just seems absurd.

I tried to sleep, only to be woken by nightmares, and so I indulged in the bad habit of........

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