It was the Sunday after the first anniversary of Bennie"s passing and Natasha, Harry, and Tammy were visiting Hanna. She had a Yortzite candle burning on the table in memory of her son. They arrived at her house for lunch and to spend the afternoon. She had prepared her special chicken soup with her homemade croutons, followed by roast chicken with matzo-meal stuffing and potatoes roasted in schmaltz. The children had come to love their grandma"s cooking. It wasn"t always the healthiest of ingredients, but Natasha was happy to allow them this indulgence.
The time since the funeral had gone past in a blur. It took some time to sink in. Benjamin was gone, and none of them would see him again. Once they had digested this truth, it then came down to the hard practicalities. Marvin was a chang
