And So We Stayed

Six weeks ago, rain was sweeping the Jerusalem landscape, had been for a solid week, the mythically blue sky painted a stubborn slate gray. It was as though the weather was echoing the weight in my chest.

Right around that time, my wife and I decided not to go home. We sat up most of the night with my parents, weighing each aspect of this precipitous choice carefully, trying to figure out the best decision even as we knew that our information was, at best, partial.