Tomorrow night is the first night of Passover.
Passover, like any holiday is about family and tradition.
When I think of Passover, I think of my childhood and my grandparents. When I was growing up, all but one of my grandparents lived nearby. They were an integral part of my childhood, and I am forever grateful for the time I had with them. Looking back, I don’t think I would have the pride in my faith and my history, had my grandparents not been vocal in ensuring that their grandchildren were raised Jewish.
All four of my grandparents are gone, they passed away years ago. While I am not religious, Passover is one of those holidays that I celebrate. One of the reasons I celebrate is the memories I have of my grandparents and the love of Judaism they passed down to me.
To all who celebrate, have a Happy Passover.