Many of us know each other because we met at the Gendler’s home. Whether it was to celebrate a mitzvah, a birthday party, or a holiday, we have shared memories of laughter, deep conversations, and moments of reflection. I remember the first time Everett took me outside to look at the moon at a Passover seder. I remember learning that I could replace the shank bone with a blood red beet. I remember the stories, the conversations, the singing, and the hours of reflection. His memory is a blessing. Wishing everyone a very happy Passover. Chag Pesach Sameach!
