Hello there. It has recently come to my attention that there are still those of you who are not happy that I refer to my spouse as Husband #1. They feel that it is emasculating. Personally, what I think is emasculating is when I change the light bulbs, clean out the sewer messes, shovel and salt the walkway and driveway, change toilet bowl covers, and unclog those previously mentioned toilets with a plunger. Calling him Husband #1 is at this point and always has been a term of endearment.
It has nothing to do with me wishing for a Husband #2 (except when he snores really, really loud), it honestly has nothing to do with anything except for the fact that when I started writing this column almost eight years ago (hey, thanks for sticking with me for so long!) I thought I was protecting the identity of my family by referring to them by number and not by name. Who knew it would turn into a whole scandal, which ultimately led to my quitting my first job and being welcomed with amazing, supportive, and open arms at the Jewish Standard? See, everything happens for a reason.
In any event, let’s talk about Husband #1 for a bit longer. I am trying really hard to be loving and supportive as he goes through this very sad time. Aside from listening to him talk, giving tissues when needed, and hearing him tell stories about his dad that I have heard before, but never get old because they are so amazing, I have made a resolution for the shloshim period. The shloshim period is the 30 days from burial, when the person in mourning cannot cut his or her hair or shave, no manicures or pedicures — things of that nature. I guess it’s a good thing Husband #1 doesn’t have hair to cut and never gets manicures or pedicures, but that isn’t the point.
My resolution was to not give him any leftovers during this 30 day period. None. Now I know there are fabulous wives out there who would never even think to give their husbands leftovers ever and are thinking, “Wow, you really are the worst wife. Why doesn’t anyone ever suggest that Husband #1 finds himself a Wife #2?” Feel free to set him up, dear, I dare you.
So that is how I am trying to make is life a little happier. He will not be eating leftover roast and rice 6 days in a row, until after March 17. I really am the best.
And now for the second topic of the column. My father-in-law was transferred to Holy Name Hospital from a hospital near West Palm Beach, Florida. My brother-in-law was in synagogue in North Woodmere, where he lives, and he started talking to a friend who volunteers for Hatzolah Air.
Hatzolah Air is a newly formed air division of the volunteer emergency medical service organization. It is funded by charitable donations and its role is to fly people with different health issues to where they need to go. There is probably a clearer way to explain it, but basically it is a miracle airplane with angels working for it. According to its website, “Each Hatzolah Air flight is a precious opportunity to help people in ways otherwise impossible, often putting a frightened patient and family at ease, while safely flying them to their destination with incredibly caring flight crews and loving support.” Making a very long story, with the help of my brother-in-law and sister-in-law in North Woodmere, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law in Livingston, two incredible, humble Teaneck folks who helped get my father-in-law into Holy Name (not me and Husband #1, we helped on the Bergen Hatzalah end) we were able to get my father-in-law back here, so that his children and most of his grandchildren could say goodbye to him, and my mother-in-law wouldn’t be alone when he passed. These Hatzalah guys are beyond amazing. Though I was disappointed that my mother-in-law and brother-in-law, (who flew with the plane to Florida so my mother-in-law wouldn’t have to fly alone) weren’t served croissants and fresh squeezed orange juice for breakfast. In my mind, I thought it would be like a catered private plane (because I have been on so many of those….). But they got my father-in-law here.
It was truly a beautiful miracle, and I would like to thank everyone who was responsible for it.
If you would like to show your appreciation, please consider giving a donation to BergenHatzalah.org, because you never know who will need it.
Banji Ganchrow of Teaneck cannot believe it is March. She is not sure what happened to January or February, but she certainly hopes the next few months are better!!