The blessing

Yesterday, I gave one of the blessings at the Sheva Berachot (ceromonial meal held for 7 days after a wedding) of my cousin, Yehuda Zev to his bride Sara.
The wedding had been held last Thursday in London but due to my current financial situation, I couldn't attend, so it meant a lot to me to have been invited to the special meal. My Aunt and Uncle, the parents of the groom were a dominent part of my life growing up.
My Uncle, Benzion, was the sandak at my Bris (he was the person honoured to hold me at my circumcision at age 8 days old and my Aunty, Rela, used to look after me whenever my mother had a baby or was away and would go above and beyond to treat me as if I was one of her own kids.
Yesterday, I was speaking to one of my cousins , Oshi, who played the music at my wedding, about our family which we learned from our Grandmother is not always in touch. I even have cousins whose names I don't even know, but if any of us are in trouble, we will all band together to help.
Many times, I have had cousins calling me either to conduct an internet search for them, or to help with a bureaucratic issue they have.
This particular cousin I have helped with score updates from Manchester United matches a team we both support.
Mazel tov Yehuda and Sara, Mazel tov Auty Rela and Uncle Benzion! May you be blessed with the same happiness as I have with Esther, my wife.


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