Just imagine the look on my face a week ago tonight when I went to prepare myself an actual Shabbat dinner, took the chicken out of the fridge and was met with a stink to high heaven! For ten minutes, I tried to convince myself that I was imagining it and that the chicken was just fine...but eventually I checked the date and even the day we bought it, it was expired - the date read May 4th!
As I watched the young people at this beautiful event celebrating Shani through her artwork, I could only imagine their struggle to cope with such trauma - not just from the loss of Shani's incredible love and spirit - but to have to come to terms with her violent end.
