“So when your mother and I took our trip to Europe, I was still saying Kaddish for your Zeide. So I found a minyan in Brussels for Shacharit and was sitting next to this older guy. I was having trouble following the davening because of their accent so I leaned over and asked where we were. His English wasn’t very good, fine whatever, but we get to talking.
As it turns out his niece was next door neighbors with your Aunt in Be’er Sheva for 3 years in the late 90s. Can you believe it?
Well not next door neighbors, but they lived on the same block. I called your Aunt and she says she thinks she remembers her! Isn’t that amazing? Two strangers from different parts of the World can make this connection in a tiny Shul in Europe.”
“Oh cool, Dad.”
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