When I think of my father, Louis Brock, who passed away earlier this year, I look at a man who did his best to do everything right, though much of his life was not easy.
After the Holocaust, my grandmother, then about 14 years old, was asked by her principal to write all that had happened to her and her family.
About a year after she died, I began writing vignettes concerning my child. Never having written creatively before, the process of composing stories which were connected to my daughter and my relationship with her, grew into a satisfying activity and a rewarding outlet for my grief.
In time, a vaccine for COVID-19 will be developed. A vaccine for fear-mongering and mass hysteria, on the other hand, will only be available in the world to come.
As the High Holidays approach and I reflect on the past year, I’m bombarded by thoughts of COVID-19.
