It's a bittersweet holiday for me.
It was the last time my whole family was together
and we had a great time.
Jacob was 9 months old, and sat with us at the table. I was so proud of him eating his matzoh balls all by himself.
My sister and I were both pregnant, and we have a picture taken of our husbands with pillows under their shirts, and my sister and I holding them from behind. We were all laughing so hard, Joe's face was beet red. It was one of those moments so silly, that you really had to be there to appreciate it.
None of us knew that it would be our last gathering, the last time my family would see Joe conscious. That 3 weeks later, he would be dead. And I'm glad none of us knew. There was no sadness that night, no good-bye's, no tears. Just laughter, and games, and food, and family.
Happy Passover. May you enjoy time spent with your family, and feel pure joy of their presence.