Remembering Yehoshua, z”l

On Erev Taanis Esther, my husband and I were en route to Eretz Yisrael to our grandson’s bar mitzva. We boarded the plane with very mixed emotions. Not only is Purim time the busiest, most hectic time of the year for my husband’s grocery business (pre-Pesach) but the shadow of COVID was just beginning to have an impact both here and in Eretz Yisrael. For some unfathomable reason, I felt an urgency to get to Eretz Yisrael before Purim that I couldn’t explain, even though the bar mitzva wouldn’t take place until more than a full week later. Our mechutanim, Rabbi and Mrs. Nota and Leah Gelb, would actually be arriving in