For decades, people spoke of knowing exactly where they were when they learned that President Kennedy had been assassinated. Later generations have reflected in much the same way on the attacks of 9/11, which most of us watched in live, or nearly live, horror. Now the current day of infamy is October 7.
But while I remember hearing that something bad had happened at the Supernova Sukkot Gathering that morning—by the time it was morning on the East Coast of the United States, it was of course afternoon in western Israel—I did not realize until hours later that this was not just another skirmish in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. And the reason I wasn’t paying attention to world affairs was that my wife’s grandmother, who was also my beloved godmother, died that morning, two days after suffering a debilitating stroke.
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