Thursday, August 23, 2007
Today I took my kids on Tri-Rail. That was a crazy adventure - I might write more about it later. But what really got me was talking to my mom on the phone afterwards. She told me my stepfather, whom I've long disliked, took my brother on Tri-Rail when he was 5.
What made that trip meaningful was that my stepfather was dying of cancer. He took my brother in between rounds of chemo. Hearing this story made me think of him as a vulnerable person, not the monster I've made him out to be in my head.
Elul is the right time to learn these things.